You were the little white puff for Christmas born on November 28, 1988. I was two you were 3 months. You didn’t have to leave but you where in pain and we all could see it.
We didn’t want you to go when you died on that warm summer day. But you had to there was no other way to help you. Unless you wanted to suffer you just laid their out in the cool yard as I sat in the swing, there for you. But god needed you and we will meet again some day.
We all miss you Lila,
Love,
Andy, Liz, Mom, Al and Robbin
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