Last week we had to let our sweet Ursula go. At 12 years old she had developed kidney failure. It's only the second time I had to let a pet go, and trust me, its does not get easier. Ettore and I stayed with her until the end. I thought the pain would get less intense as the days passed. But it hasn't.
I miss her in the morning at breakfast.
I miss her waiting for me in the evening.
I miss her bitchiness when I tried to pick her up.
I miss her fur all over the couch.
I miss her presence.
Have a safe journey sweetness and wait for me at the bridge.
