I wanted to pay homage to my friend, Claire.
Claire came into my life at the ripe 'ol age of 6 weeks.
I was 12.
Or maybe 13.
She lived a long life, full of happiness and love.
Moses and Oliver (our other fur-kids) have been grieving in their own ways.
Moses is clingy and needy. Whimpering over nothing. Barking. If we weren't giving grace, I would describe him as Super Annoying since we got home.
Oliver hasn't come out from under the bed except to sleep with me. I've taken to pushing a bowl of food under the bed for him. I think he's taking it worse...but they are just dealing with it in their own ways.
We will miss Claire, but we are thankful to have had her in our lives for so long and we know she didn't suffer, which comforts us.
Rest in Peace, Claire-bear.