Farewell My Lady
This morning I made the distressing decision concerning Her Ladyship, my companion of 16 years. Her condition had steadily worsened over two months and now she was giving me such haunting looks that told me she’d had enough. My son took us on the final trip to the vet clinic.
On the way to the car I took her to her catnip couch and set her down. She nuzzled the emerging shoots, then took a few steps to the back-up catnip plant and buried her face in it. She returned to her couch and sat looking about at familiar things. There was no protest when I gathered her up and carried her to the car.
More shots of Her Ladyship.