Lily

   

 Lily was once used for the entertainment of a drug lord. He collected wild animals, such as lions and tigers, and enjoyed having them chase her. She broke one of her front legs escaping the snapping teeth of such an animal. She's had a good life the last several years but will never get over her experiences. She is skittish, eternally nervous, and always afraid, even of her own shadow. Up until a year ago, she took pleasure in chasing skunks in my yard. She would get all worked up, foaming at the mouth. I think she considers herself retired now and can't really be bothered to chase skunks or cats. She prefers to lounge on her massive padded bed, to chew delicately at crumbly biscuits, and to lie in the sun on nice days.