We lost Couscous yesterday.
Heart failure came on quickly and there were only a few days of discomfort before we realised she was at the end of her journey. We were with her at the end and it was peaceful. We are so grateful for the 13 fabulous years years we had with her. Who will eat the broccoli ends and the crunchy bits of lettuce that I don’t like? Who will have a squish face when she wakes up from her naps? Who will I dance to the radio in the kitchen with? The corners of the house will be left unslept in. She added to our lives, and many others, in so many ways. Sleep tight pumpkin.
