Lilly was the most loving and loyal dog I have ever seen. We spent the whole day driving to find her, and every moment was worth it. The breeder who we adopted Lilly from had large windows in her house. The blinds were open, and as soon as I layed my eyes on Lilly, I knew she was the one. Lilly was a brindle bulldog with the most exotic fur pattern I had ever seen. She had beige and black stripes, which made her look like a tiger. I grew up with a bulldog named daisy, so I wanted to try to keep the whole flowers category for names. I named her Lilly  after a tigerlilly. I refused to just have one l like the girl's names are because I wanted her to be special. Over the years I grew so fond of Lilly. She helped me through all my hard times, and always made look forward to walking in my front door from school because I knew she would be waiting for me. She always knew when I was about to come home, because I would always see her with her paws on the windowsill staring out the window, searching from me. One time, when my mom had let her outside (I had just gotten off my bus stop) and she ran after me. When I stayed after school for extracurricular activities, she would always ride in the car with my mom to come and pick me up. As soon as she saw the car keys, she'd charge toward the door in hopes of getting to go on a "ride." When we first got her, the only way she would go to sleep was if I laid down in front of her cage. When we took her to get her leash, harness, food & water bowls, toys, etc., people sincerely thought we had known each other for years because of the strong bond between us. Yet, it was only the second day I had her. For awhile, the only way she would drink wasa if you'd pour her water out o a cup above her as if from a fountain. She loved to play and run... yet we got horribly depressing new two years later. To make things short, Lilly was diagnosed with kidney failure (its uncurable) And had to be put to sleep at the young age of two ( in human years) We still miss her sooo much .