This morning I, of course, woke up with no lump on the bed, and no purring headbutts/grooming companionship, and with no furry-purry "admiring" me. (Maya did a good line in what
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I am still so glad that it was quick. Forty-eight hours before her death, I ended up confining her to the office becuase I was home sick, needed a nap, and she was sitting on me (she weighed less than five pounds at her death, but still) and headbutting me as I was trying to sleep. Twenty-four hours before her death she was wrasslin' with the vet staff. Scrappy to the end *grin*.