I trashed the draft of my obituary and found a file I had entitled "Dillie." It was the first draft of a book I had begun to write about Dillie two years earlier. When she became a celebrity in 2010, people were writing about her and relating her story. I had thought at the time, "I know Dillie better than anyone. I should write a book about her." As I re-read the pages I had written before my cancer, I knew I had to finish this book. This was my proof that I had existed.
With the sun rising, and Dillie, Lady the dog, and Spazz the cat lounging around me, I began to put my affairs in order.
I started to write "Dillie the Deer."
I thought about how much our lives were enriched because of this beautiful animal. I recalled the anxious first days, not knowing if Dillie was going to live. Her first swim in the pool. The day she discovered spaghetti. The toothpaste wars. Finding her splashing in the bubble bath.
In that instant, I understood why people had become so enchanted by this little deer who should have never survived. Dillie was so beautiful, so peaceful, and so serene. She was the embodiment of joy. Her survival had been a miracle of love, and every molecule in her body displayed the glory of creation. This beautiful animal returned the love that saved her every day, delivering it to all the corners of the globe on her dainty cloven hooves.