I woke up and went to find Lena where I hung her up in her pouch last night. She had a small cut on her lip that had been bleeding for nearly 3 days, we had taken the steps the vet had told us, and all appeared well. She was a little woozy.
She was already dead when I found her. I am so completely crushed and sad that I’ll never see her again.
Mike and I have been reminicing this morning, while we have been working. I am nearly flooded with tears every 5 minutes. We are really going to miss her.
We’ll miss her cuddles, and kisses.
Watching her flop under the clothes line, or beside her favourite tree.
I’ll miss her reaching up for me when she wanted to be picked up.
And the nights she would hop into our bedroom and let us know she was awake…and had peed her bed, and would like a fresh one.
We’ll miss holding her little hands while she’s feeding. I fed her 992 times.
We had her for 8 months… It really feels empty here now. I hope she’s in a better place, but I am glad to have known her.