Farewell to a small white floofball... for real this time.
After the false alarm last week about the last of our Maltese needing to take that last trip to the vet... this morning we say goodbye. Sometime during the night, she went outside into the rain, lay down under my sister’s bedroom window, and closed her brown eyes for the final time.
Sis found her this morning, she’d been deteriorating quickly for the past month or so, but it accelerated rapidly over the last week. She was planning to take her down to Pops today, so that he could take care of it. Now, there’s no need, except perhaps for final arrangements.
Niece and nephew are still sleeping, they don’t know yet, but the reaction is going to be bad. Kinda glad I’m working today. Even still this really sucks!
Farewell my small easily excited and often loudly yapping friend, you will be missed.