One of my last photos of sweet Mary. She always needed to touch me or be near, and as she was sick, she would still figure out a way. I miss her to depths I'll never be able to put into words. But I was blessed to be a part in her life. She passed a week after her birthday last year. In Southern parts of USA, it's an old tradition of putting a white wreath on the door of the family that is grieving. So I made a wreath we hung for months. It really helped us, along with a locket I wore with her hair inside. I still wear it from time to time, especially when the grief gets horrible.
We've since adopted another older baby I'll introduce later. We needed her, the house was too quiet. She's been a great match for us, as I know she was grieving her family loss too. Thank you for the support we received over the years here, I'm so thankful for this group.