Tilly was my Aunt Barbara and Uncle David’s golden retriever before Tess, and before Shea. Like every golden our family has known, Tilly was a sweet, kind girl. It was growing up with my family’s goldens that made me sure that one day I would have a dog. And it would be big and furry. And gold.
I remember the day Tilly passed away – I was in college – I can’t remember what year, but my mom called in tears to tell me about our sweet girl. It has always felt when a dog passes that a member of our family is passing too.