She came to live with us late in October, 2009. I literally could not make eye contact with her without getting up to cross the room and kiss her - she had me under some sort of spell.
Aunt Micky brought me this stuffed bunny as part of a bar-exam-study-care-basket, and Lily instantly adopted it. She'd groom it and snuggle down next to it for hours, and we knew we had to get her a real little buddy, so we adopted Vinny.
This was the day I learned she could get up on the dining room table on her own.
Her yawns were the best, and so hard to photograph. Right before we took her to the vet clinic on her last night, she hopped over to where I was laying on the floor, stretched real big, and yawned right in my face. She's just so cute.
This was the first day she had real freedom in the yard, after the Hubs fenced off the garden area for her. Knowing how happy she was out there got me off the couch and outside a lot more than I'd ever been before. She didn't quite convert me to "outdoorsy," but she did make me into a gardener.
This spring will be the first garden I've planted in our house without her company. I had planned on starting a bunch of seeds this week; I bought them a few hours before she passed away. Now I can't bring myself to plant them. Peas/cilantro/cucumbers/lettuce don't sound any good, knowing I can't share them with my sweet girl.
There are more months, more pictures, but I need a break. Snuggle Vinny, drink some tea, and zone out in front of Friends for a while. Poor Hubs is stuck at work, but he's taking tomorrow off so he can rest and recover a little bit. Tonight we're going to bury our girl out at River's Wish.