She went fast, but peacefully. She even let me know that she wanted it to end, because she squeaked... and since she hasn't squeaked more than 5 times in her life, this was a significant event (she didn't even have energy enough to blink or close her mouth when someone opened it, but she wanted to let me know).

These are some pictures, of her, how I want to remember her:

Bandaged after her surgery, I called her name. She turned, and thus the beautiful picture of her.

This last week, she's been awfully thin and weak. How I figure, she was near the human age of 88. She lived long, and yet short at the same time.

Carisa