It is with a heavy heart that I must report that my constant companion and friend, Lily, a Golden Retriever dog, passed away on November 27th at the age of 13-years and 8-months. I rescued Lily when she was seven, and we have been inseparable since that day. For those of you who have purchased Neptune’s Nor’easter in paperback, you have seen her picture on the back cover of the book, as she and I were sitting on Pier #3 in New Bedford. Lily was by my side during the four years that I spent researching and writing Neptune’s Nor’easter. We had many adventures together including riding out a hurricane in Georgia, and multiple car trips between Massachusetts and Georgia.
I have written this post not to elicit sympathy, but rather to honor the memory of a great dog. Lily came to me abandoned, afraid, unsure, and she blossomed into the greatest dog I have ever known.
Lilly “Billie” Doucette
March 30, 2006 – November 27, 2019
In this urn are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over Human Ashes, is but a tribute to the Memory of Lily, a Golden Retriever Dog who was born in Budapest, Hungary on March 30, 2006, and died at Fairhaven, Massachusetts, United States of America, November 27, 2019.
This Dog, in life, my firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still her Master’s own, Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for her Master alone, Unhonored falls, unnoticed for all her worth.
Ye, who behold perchance this simple urn, carry it with respect, it marks my loyal friend’s remains.
Until we meet again, Boo Boo!
(with respect to Lord Byron’s Epitaph to Boatswain, his Newfoundland dog in 1880)