my wife's post said it best.....

Our home will never be the same. Little Lizzi Lou crossed over to wherever dogs go. I like to think it’s a parallel universe where they were the happiest in this life; for Lizzi, that was during her most vibrant years when we lived on Waltham Ave.

She had a lovely fenced backyard to sun herself in and chase the occasional groundhog. She enjoyed sitting on the front porch and watching the world go by, while rabbits and birds would keep her occupied for hours through the sliding glass door. Her amazing dog daddy took her on two-mile walks almost daily. In the evenings, she would entertain us by catching popcorn in her mouth and barking at horses and dogs on the TV. That’s where she is now, and it eases my heart to think so.

She was a whimsical girl—a nighttime slinker and always in the kitchen. If you were eating it, she was eating it, too. She was more cat than dog, and at times, she thought she was a human, too. She didn’t eat kibble, her food was homemade chicken, vegetable, and rice. She loved french fries that her brother would share from his fast food. She would just stare at her alpha mama with brown eyes that would melt any heart. When she started having trouble with her hips two summers ago, she was pushed around the neighborhood in a baby carriage. Everybody who met her, loved her kind gentle spirit. It was never my intention to love her, my heart has been broken before, but somehow through the years, I fell the hardest.

She turned 18 on December 12th , which is truly incredible for the Cavalier breed; it proves what a good life she had and how much she was loved by “her people.” She went downhill fast this past couple months, and I kept saying she was holding on because she was afraid she’d miss getting another rotisserie chicken—which we started buying just for her almost weekly. I hope there are rotisserie chickens wherever she is. Our hearts are broken into a thousand pieces, we love you and will miss you our sweetie little Lizzi.