My lovely Choupette is no more.
She has been part of our life for 16 years. 16 years of inconditionnal love, even though she did not hesitate to express her mind. Until a couple of years ago, she would wait for us from the top of the roof. When she was no longer able to climb there, she was waiting in the entrance. Somehow, she always knew we were there before we hit the door. She was my shadow, following me anywhere from my very first step in the morning, cuddling with me whenever possible.
I took the difficult decision to let her cross the bridge this morning, while she had still her dignity. The vet and her assistant were very kind, and made it as good as possible. Their kindness helped me a lot. I stayed with her until her last breath, stroking her head like she liked me to do, telling her how much I loved her. I already miss her, a lot.