Our beloved Boxer Lily was shot to death right in front of us yesterday. Our grandkids are devistated as are we both traumatized and devistated. We went to the animal shelter in hopes to find a new family member more for the twins than us as it seems too soon for us. We met a wonderful very big dopey pitbull that we fell in love with and should be on the way home this weekend. I am typing this through tear filled blurry eyes. We tried to find a name that will fit and first was Brutus, but no, then Rufus, again no, then Bozo, again no. I think we have settled on Dudley, it seems to fit his personality. I am trying to look at this as Lilys misfortune and tragedy is an oportunity for Dudley to have a good family and Christmas. Lily was only 3 and did not die outright, I held her head and stroked her as she bled out. I hope we can be strong and give our grandkids a good Christmas.
