keeva
I was making the bed while the cat laid on it, surfing the waves of bedding as I shifted things around carefully to avoid chasing her off. Then it struck me that I’ll never be able to make the dog into the bed again, which was one of her favorite things. That hit unexpectedly hard.
Miss you, girl.
Keeva became ill in the last week. I took her to the vet expecting she’d need some medicine and TLC. Instead we got some very bad news.
Our sweet girl – verifiably the best pup ever – is going to sleep tomorrow. She’ll be surrounded by a heartbroken family who loves her very much and will help her rest as comfortably as possible.
Goodbye, sweetie. I’ll miss you forever.
I told Keeva a funny joke.
A sleepy Keeva caught a patch of sun.
I set my pillows on the floor to make the bed. Keeva had burrowed in by the time I got back around to that side. I didn’t have the heart to move her. Within moments she was snoring away.
How I’m working right now. I couldn’t move if I had to.
Keeva wants pets.
