Last Sunday, I lost my BO, Paris. She had been sick for nearly 6 weeks, mostly living in the house, and I had just taken her to the vet that Saturday. She was not getting better. It was a beautiful day, nearly sunset. I wrapped her in a towel and took her outside to see her girlfriends. They came over and chirped at her, then went about their business. Less than 15 minutes later, she convulsed in my arms and died. She is buried under the liquidambar tree where she loved to dirt bathe.
Here she is when she was big and healthy.
Here she is just two weeks ago, feeling a little better for a moment.
Here she is when she was big and healthy.

Here she is just two weeks ago, feeling a little better for a moment.
