A few weeks ago, we had my beautiful girl put to sleep.
I found these pictures, from early January, on my laptop today, and they make me smile.
It's weird, at home. Weirder for my mom, who is there all week, than for me (since I'm only there on the weekends).
She - we - had a fabulous (almost) twenty years together, and she's not in pain anymore.
It's okay.
(Also, A+ for her standing on the silly knitting book.
'What do you need a silly knitting book for, anyway?' she seems to be asking. 'You have a cat!!'
It is hard to argue with things like that!)