Lily was a tabby cat with green eyes. Many people would expect her to be independent, like all other cats (WHICH IS NOT TRUE), but no, she was the sweetest pet I ever had. The day my mom brought me back from the hospital after I was born, she said Lily sniffed me once and then claimed me. Almost every single childhood photo I have of me, Lily is in it, laying by my side, or just staying near. The true loving part of Lily was the fact that she basically adopted my sisters and I, and never left our sides, even when she went deaf. The greatest moment I ever knew of her was when a dog got into our house. Instead of running away, Lily stood in front of my sisters and I, who were terrified, and she hissed and clawed at the dog, something I had never seen her do before, even to furniture. Lily was not hurt, as my grandmother pulled her back. The saddest part was the day she died (From old age, she was 19), the day we had to say goodbye to her forever. I came down the next morning, expecting her to be there, purring loudly and waiting for pets, but she was gone, only her fur left behind. The soul that once belonged to the fur was gone from this world, and that was where Lily's story ends.
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