Goodbye Muffy

Muffy drew her last breath yesterday, Monday 22 Jan 2018, aged 17. A kind and respectful vet and nurse euthanased her, and she died in my arms. Philip, Emma and Hugo were there, too, to say goodbye.

She is buried in our backyard and I've already begun to plant flowers and shrubs so it can be Muffy's Memorial Garden.

I've never cried so much in all my life. For all these years, except when I was away, she slept with me every night and kept me company every day.

This photo was taken on 5 Jan, just a few weeks ago. The vet had examined her and taken blood samples in Dec and said she'd be gone by mid-Jan, and he wasn't far out. For years she'd had kidney and heart disease and was on medication and a special diet. 

I loved her dearly. She had a happy and long life and I have wonderful memories of her, and thousands of photos.