Goodbye

Woke up this morning and she was in the garden. Some signs of vomiting around my porch. She struggled to come in to the house—weak, but looked OK. She deteriorated fast. I tried to lift her, to make her more comfortable, and hurt my back instead. Now two of us are struggling. I called the vet to make a house call but vet had not come in yet. A friend said he will come over with his car and help me bring her to the vet. I called another friend to come and help carry her. By the time they arrived, she had gone.

(This happened 4 years ago. I’m just reproducing it here as an example of what we can write about.)