I miss my Lily.. my cotton-delle, bichon

.Ok, so she closer to 16 than 15 and understood, she had a slow growing fatty cyst that was enveloping her heart, yet, her passing, has left me broken-hearted. I got home from work a week ago Friday, and she was lying flat next to mickey's bed, listless. I lifted her, and she just lay in my arms, breathing, yet not moving. Dara had been on her way to albany with Diana, and had randomly phoned to ask me to meet her for dinner. when I saw Lily, I called Dara and she came over. We cried, both knowing what was to be would not be good.
Lily slept on our bed, and in the morning, she was lying face down. Her heart had stopped beating. The vet buried her.
Yesterday, I met up with Jason in Grand central. We walked around, treated me for aa manicure, went out to a lovely Italian dinner, back to his apt., and then he walked me to the station to catch a 7:46 traon home. We cried about Lily. Lily passed away and we are sad.