Lily is our twelve-year-old dachshund. We use to say that Cecil was our dog and Lily was his dog. Where Cecil was noble, Lily was comical and they were perfect companions for one another. Often it felt like they were leading some kind of parallel life with us - letting us in on occasion. As Cecil became more and more ill he slept a great deal of the time and Lily matched him. As he slowed down so did she and her feisty comical nature was significantly blunted.
Since Cecil has been gone, Lily has slowly recovered some of her silly nature. It has been good to watch her want to play. It is going to be interesting to see how she reacts to HER new dog, Rocco. Today I saw some of that as they were hanging out in the yard together. The pictures below are lily playing in the yard.
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