Thursday, October 27, 2005
The Hardest Thing
We are losing her. She's comfortable and happy, even darting out the door when she can manage. But she's probably one-third the weight she was in the Spring. She's been nearly blind for quite some time now. And she's almost eighteen years old. We want to show her off while she's still pretty and lucid.
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A moist poignant and poetic series. God bless.
Spooky's a tortoiseshell, right? She looks so sweet.
My heart goes out to you. I've gone through that, too. First with Shadow, who followed us everywhere; thus his name, and he used to sit on my lap purring while I nursed my daughter...later,if he heard her crying, would run to see what was wrong. Then with Misty, a "wild one" who adopted us along with our hearts. Then Mischief, so shy of strangers, so trusting with us.
I can still see them vividly, and remember their unique voices and characteristics. Such loving companions... All we can do is give them all our love until the end, and then know in our hearts that it was best for them that they left when they did, so they no longer had to suffer.
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