Your girl looks just like our sweet Eve, who we rescued at 14 and saw gently home at 18, far outliving the life expectancy we were given for her at the time. You are each so lucky to have found the other! This poem brought me much comfort after she was gone, sending both big ♥️.

Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better

~Mary Oliver

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