Nellie took a dramatic turn for the worse yesterday. With help from her vet, she passed quietly at 10:30 this morning. The vet technician broke down when Kevin attached the new tag to Nellie's collar.
She's resting alongside her beloved and revered sister. Nellie didn't care about much but she would certainly want to be close to Kangaroo. We also buried her with her lambie...she loved that thing and I think she'd be happy to always have it to sleep on.
I walked into the house when we got back from the burial. I still opened the door slowly out of force of habit. She'd very patiently lie down in front of the doors so that she'd know when we got back. It's going to take a while to break that habit...although, maybe I won't break it. It might be good to keep a memory alive; for what that's worth. The bottom line, however, is that...
...my baby is gone.