I planted a little tree over her. I hope it lives forever. The last couple days were tough; she hadn’t eaten more than a nibble in three weeks or more. At full weight, she was like 11 lbs, at the end she was less than 5.5. She’s been with me most of my adult life. The head knew it was time, but the heart still has second thoughts.
She came into my life when she was about 5-6 weeks old, having survived a trip under the hood of a car. I promised her safety, comfort, and love. I hope I lived up to my end. She more than lived up to hers.