Isit here with tears in my eyrs, holding Bubbles. She's breathing gently in and out. No food or wster will pass her lips, no matter how I cox. She's leaving me, and I have to leave for work. I'm thinking of sneaking her into my coat pocket, just so she won't be alone when she goes to the bridge. I've told her about the bridge, and that Little Bit is waiting for her. I tell her it's ok to go, even a tears poor down my face and I resist the urge to pray for one more minute with her. I hate this part and want to find another honme for my remaining 4 babies. Didn't hurt this nuch when my dog died. Gonna spend what time shehas left with her, the hell with work. [Posted in FML issue 4777]