Our precious Toy Poodle, Princess Lily, was an amazing little dog. Most, if not all of her tricks, were self-taught. But let me start from the beginning of her life in order to put the whole picture together.
When Lily was a little puppy, she was very independent and smart, and for sure no one was going to put anything over on her! It was my first husband, Wiley Simmons (deceased in 1998), and I who bought Lily when she was eight weeks old, and from the moment we carried her out to the car, she had us wrapped around her tiny little paw. When Wiley died in May of 1998, Lily looked for him every day for weeks. She went from room to room looking for him and to the doors to look out thru the glass panes. She would sit on back of the couch looking out the window keeping a vigil.
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When I first married Bob, Lily didn't warm up to him right away. Finally, she began wanting to play and created a game specifically for him. She wanted Bob to act like, or "pretend" that, he was going to steal her food, treat, or a favorite toy. They went thru this "routine" numerous times a day. Lily would be the instigator of the game. Bob's part would be to play along, reaching forward while saying to Lily, "I'm going to get your food" or etc., and she would growl like a bear, but if Bob stopped playing Lily would still keep on growling "insisting" that Bob resume the "game."
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Another thing she did was to come to me for her insulin shots after being diagnosed with diabetes by our vet in 1999. Lily began having seizures while laying on my lap one morning. Bob called the vet's office and they said to bring Lily to the clinic right away. The vet took some blood to test and found out she had diabetes. He said that I had to give her an insulin shot once a day. When she was rechecked at the next appointment the insulin had to be increased to two shots a day. She didn't mind getting her shots, and after a week or so she would come to me to get one without being called. Truly amazing!
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In spite of two insulin shots a day, we finally had to say goodbye to our precious angel. She was only nine years old, but completely blind and in renal failure. We have a beautiful box with Lily's ashes in it setting beside my chair. We miss our "little princess" terribly.
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THANK YOU, RENEE RYBANSKI, FOR SPONSORING LILY'S MEMORIAL! It was very thoughtful of you. I appreciate your love for all animals big and small. God Bless You!
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When Lily was a little puppy, she was very independent and smart, and for sure no one was going to put anything over on her! It was my first husband, Wiley Simmons (deceased in 1998), and I who bought Lily when she was eight weeks old, and from the moment we carried her out to the car, she had us wrapped around her tiny little paw. When Wiley died in May of 1998, Lily looked for him every day for weeks. She went from room to room looking for him and to the doors to look out thru the glass panes. She would sit on back of the couch looking out the window keeping a vigil.
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When I first married Bob, Lily didn't warm up to him right away. Finally, she began wanting to play and created a game specifically for him. She wanted Bob to act like, or "pretend" that, he was going to steal her food, treat, or a favorite toy. They went thru this "routine" numerous times a day. Lily would be the instigator of the game. Bob's part would be to play along, reaching forward while saying to Lily, "I'm going to get your food" or etc., and she would growl like a bear, but if Bob stopped playing Lily would still keep on growling "insisting" that Bob resume the "game."
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Another thing she did was to come to me for her insulin shots after being diagnosed with diabetes by our vet in 1999. Lily began having seizures while laying on my lap one morning. Bob called the vet's office and they said to bring Lily to the clinic right away. The vet took some blood to test and found out she had diabetes. He said that I had to give her an insulin shot once a day. When she was rechecked at the next appointment the insulin had to be increased to two shots a day. She didn't mind getting her shots, and after a week or so she would come to me to get one without being called. Truly amazing!
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In spite of two insulin shots a day, we finally had to say goodbye to our precious angel. She was only nine years old, but completely blind and in renal failure. We have a beautiful box with Lily's ashes in it setting beside my chair. We miss our "little princess" terribly.
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THANK YOU, RENEE RYBANSKI, FOR SPONSORING LILY'S MEMORIAL! It was very thoughtful of you. I appreciate your love for all animals big and small. God Bless You!
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Our precious Toy Poodle, Princess Lily, was an amazing little dog. Most, if not all of her tricks, were self-taught. But let me start from the beginning of her life in order to put the whole picture together.
When Lily was a little puppy, she was very independent and smart, and for sure no one was going to put anything over on her! It was my first husband, Wiley Simmons (deceased in 1998), and I who bought Lily when she was eight weeks old, and from the moment we carried her out to the car, she had us wrapped around her tiny little paw. When Wiley died in May of 1998, Lily looked for him every day for weeks. She went from room to room looking for him and to the doors to look out thru the glass panes. She would sit on back of the couch looking out the window keeping a vigil.
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When I first married Bob, Lily didn't warm up to him right away. Finally, she began wanting to play and created a game specifically for him. She wanted Bob to act like, or "pretend" that, he was going to steal her food, treat, or a favorite toy. They went thru this "routine" numerous times a day. Lily would be the instigator of the game. Bob's part would be to play along, reaching forward while saying to Lily, "I'm going to get your food" or etc., and she would growl like a bear, but if Bob stopped playing Lily would still keep on growling "insisting" that Bob resume the "game."
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Another thing she did was to come to me for her insulin shots after being diagnosed with diabetes by our vet in 1999. Lily began having seizures while laying on my lap one morning. Bob called the vet's office and they said to bring Lily to the clinic right away. The vet took some blood to test and found out she had diabetes. He said that I had to give her an insulin shot once a day. When she was rechecked at the next appointment the insulin had to be increased to two shots a day. She didn't mind getting her shots, and after a week or so she would come to me to get one without being called. Truly amazing!
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In spite of two insulin shots a day, we finally had to say goodbye to our precious angel. She was only nine years old, but completely blind and in renal failure. We have a beautiful box with Lily's ashes in it setting beside my chair. We miss our "little princess" terribly.
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THANK YOU, RENEE RYBANSKI, FOR SPONSORING LILY'S MEMORIAL! It was very thoughtful of you. I appreciate your love for all animals big and small. God Bless You!
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When Lily was a little puppy, she was very independent and smart, and for sure no one was going to put anything over on her! It was my first husband, Wiley Simmons (deceased in 1998), and I who bought Lily when she was eight weeks old, and from the moment we carried her out to the car, she had us wrapped around her tiny little paw. When Wiley died in May of 1998, Lily looked for him every day for weeks. She went from room to room looking for him and to the doors to look out thru the glass panes. She would sit on back of the couch looking out the window keeping a vigil.
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When I first married Bob, Lily didn't warm up to him right away. Finally, she began wanting to play and created a game specifically for him. She wanted Bob to act like, or "pretend" that, he was going to steal her food, treat, or a favorite toy. They went thru this "routine" numerous times a day. Lily would be the instigator of the game. Bob's part would be to play along, reaching forward while saying to Lily, "I'm going to get your food" or etc., and she would growl like a bear, but if Bob stopped playing Lily would still keep on growling "insisting" that Bob resume the "game."
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Another thing she did was to come to me for her insulin shots after being diagnosed with diabetes by our vet in 1999. Lily began having seizures while laying on my lap one morning. Bob called the vet's office and they said to bring Lily to the clinic right away. The vet took some blood to test and found out she had diabetes. He said that I had to give her an insulin shot once a day. When she was rechecked at the next appointment the insulin had to be increased to two shots a day. She didn't mind getting her shots, and after a week or so she would come to me to get one without being called. Truly amazing!
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In spite of two insulin shots a day, we finally had to say goodbye to our precious angel. She was only nine years old, but completely blind and in renal failure. We have a beautiful box with Lily's ashes in it setting beside my chair. We miss our "little princess" terribly.
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THANK YOU, RENEE RYBANSKI, FOR SPONSORING LILY'S MEMORIAL! It was very thoughtful of you. I appreciate your love for all animals big and small. God Bless You!
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