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.

2 comments:

Rattie said...

Sorry for the loss of your little friend...

Anonymous said...

I'm very sorry.

Goodnight, little Quimby.