She couldn't have gone a better way, Mike. Thankfully, you knew to have her ride with you up front.
We've been expecting my cat Pook to walk west for about 2 years now. He is a runt, with colorings like a white tiger. I wish I had a picture. The neighbors found him in the woods 15 years ago, only a week old, dying of pneumonia, with his eyes stuck shut. He was about the size of a large mouse.
My mom nursed him with an eye dropper, and sure enough he went on to hunt, protect, and terrorize the acres around my parent's house. He was a fighter w/o fear. He didn't know he was small. He's an old man now, and been that way for a few moons. But he's still here.
My favorite story has him sitting in the backyard, totally mellow, catching some sun, minding his own business. The neighbors mean doberman comes charging at him and he doesn't move an inch. Just stares the dog down until she turns and walks back home, spirit weakened. We're talking a full sized doberman to about a 7lb cat.
If Pook were a knife, he'd be a khukuri. Lots of soul.
Smoke from Boston.
~ Ken