My little couch potato friend who wrote this blog with me, our little Chocolate girl, went to the vet one last time at 2:30 a.m.
She'd just turned eleven on April tenth but her quality of life had seriously deteriorated over the last few months despite excellent vet care and all the love (and medication) we could give. So there'll be one less bloom in my garden for Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day tomorrow.
A Prayer
by Alfred Noyes
Angels where you soar
Up to God's own light,
Take my own lost bird
On your hearts tonight;
And as grief once more
Mounts to heaven and sings,
Let my love be heard
Whispering in your wings.
