Lily, Ted’s 12 year old dachshund, has been the love of his life from that very first moment when she chose him, by tugging on his shoelace. She may have been the runt of the litter, but she was brave and wise and she’s been perfect company ever since. They’ve shared walks on the beach, Saturday night movies and pizza, and discussions about cutest guys – and Ted was very content to continue his life with her. That is, until, the advent of the octopus, who invaded their lives and turned everything utterly upside down.
This is a very unusual story about love and loss, told as a medley of poetic license, imagination and great tenderness. Anyone who has ever lived with a pet can relate to the deep bond that forms, and the dependence that runs in both directions. It appears that Ted may have elevated this bond to a higher level, but the way it is depicted is engaging and endearing and we can all relate to some degree. And loss is hard, no matter whether what kind of living creature it may be.
My only hesitation in fully recommending this book is that it is somewhat monochromatic. It is missing a secondary plot line, a more layered approach. It might have benefitted from a side story about his best friend, Trent, to make him more interesting? Maybe more about Ted’s sister? Something…
On the other hand, it was incredibly sweet, it had an ironic crescendo, and quite a bit of heart. And you will definitely also fall in love with Lily.