Sorry to say she did not. When I put the crop bra on her as loose as I could and still lift it, she just closed her eyes, obviously uncomfortable—like it was pressing on her windpipe. I decided to take it off and let her be in her favorite place—my garden.
Her end was quick and, I think, painless. She was my favorite.
You took extraordinary steps to help her, and you gave her the opportunity to spend a little more time in her favorite place. Bless you for that. My heart is with you.