POW#5

My first pet dog was named Lily. My parents got her when she was one in 2001. I was 6 at the time and was obviously very excited. One of my favorite memories of her was when she first came home. I was outside with one of my neighbors and she came storming out of the car and tackled my neighbor. She was a rather wild dog for the first few years we had her. After she turned 5, she started to mellow down. When she was eight she was diagnosed with diabetes. She lived well for about 2 years until she started to turn for the worse this past August. She ended up passing the first day of school this year, August 17th.