Saturday, March 11, 2006

And then there were three

I watched Little Quimby has she took her last few breaths. She did not struggle or convulse. Her breaths became deeper and less frequent. And then she was still.

I picked her up, wrapped her in her burial cloth with her favorite treats and prepared her for the journey.

3 comments:

Ray said...

She was so lucky to have you there with her to love her and help her along.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Rattie said...

Sorry for the loss of your little friend...

abita said...

I'm very sorry.

Goodnight, little Quimby.