Tilly the
Wonder Dog shuffled off this mortal coil Thursday, October third, saved from
additional bone cancer induced pain by the grace of the needle. She was three
and a half years old.
Born in
Tennessee, she spent her early years in an abusive relationship and was dumped
at a kill shelter at age two with two cracked teeth and a poorly healed busted
hip. She was saved by the Rescue Waggin' and brought to Michigan where she
found a home with a couple of Old Farts who didn't believe kicking dogs was
good sport.
Tilly
loved food, fetch, tug, the occasional unwatched garbage bag, squeaky toys and licking
peanut butter out of the deep hole in her rubber faux-bone-like toy. She did
not like hair dryers, coffee grinders or vacuum cleaners. Thunderstorms were
sent by Satan for her personal torment. Of this she was sure.
Tilly was not
particularly fond of other dogs either. But she adored people. Especially kids.
She was a good dog. Good girl. I miss her already.
Other dogs
need a break too, so in lieu of flowers the family requests you consider making
a modest donation to your local Humane Society or to the Rescue Waggin'.
