I may be ready to write publicly about this. Maizie woke up early Saturday morning and we could tell she was in distress. We agreed that we would wait until Baz got up, then take her to the emergency vet. We knew we would likely have to put her to sleep.
But Little Miss had other ideas.
She died in Adam's arms, right after I kissed her. He took her to the vet. They looked for a heartbeat. There was none. I already knew there wouldn't be.
She was thirteen years, two months, and six days old.
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