Lily Sloan

Lily Sloan was born in South Carolina on September 23, 1993. I was lucky to have her, because she was from a "show dog" family. Her mother and sister were champions. Because of her underbite, she became my "baby" for 9 years. Most poms are never completely housetrained. This Lil would use a paper of any type, size, or in any location. She was easily smuggled into hotels in a tote bag, never making a sound or a mess.

Lily, Lily Lou as she was called, slept with me every night. Even during her short illness, she returned home from the hospital to sleep at home with me. We thought she was recovering from the kidney problems, but died in my arms last night.

Lily goes to heaven to meet her sisters, Violet and Friday. Iris, her pom sister, remains here on earth to comfort me. We will meet you at the Rainbow Bridge, Lou. You remain as pretty in death as in life.

Love Foever,

Mary Sloan