Blue-bitty-Blue

“When she passed and her spirit left her material form, it was terrible to see how ravaged her body had become.

We’d been such a team, she and I with Youngling and the critter gang as we all kept troubleshooting how to keep her alive and thriving.

She was always eager, always positive, always craving life – no matter her crooked spine which I kept helping ease back into place, or her jaw which was shifting and swelling.

Signs came this last week that the mass must have erupted internally, and then last night and this morning, her will was having to yield to her heart and lungs flooding.

It was difficult to make the decision to help her let go, but as soon as the doctor began with sedative, she relaxed into conked-out deep sleeping purring.

She had been so tired, it turns out, and so brave and determined to keep enduring – never complaining, though she had had every reason to.

She just kept searching for the sunshine.”