oh, our sweet lilly bug.
Tuesday night as Harper went to bed she prayed that God would take Lilly to heaven.
About two hours after that sweet, heartfelt prayer, God did just that!
Our sweet Lilly hadn't eaten since Friday. She was week. Her breathing was sporadic. She was coughing. We knew the end was near... but we were talking about making the decision to put her to sleep.
I sat beside her on Tuesday, stroking her nose - right between her eyes, her favorite, telling her it was ok. Telling her what an amazing dog she was. And again telling her it was ok... that I was so sorry! Tears were pouring from my eyes. Not the kind that trickle down your face... these were literally hitting the ground with a splat. It was so hard to see her in pain.