Bibbet came into my life right when I needed her. She was born shortly after I returned home from amputation and rehab. She was the only survivor of her litter and lasted only a week. After that week, she left me to join her mother and siblings. But for that week, I was her mother.
At first, I was angered. She seemed to be doing so well. What a horrible thing to die so young. My only consolation was that she passed not hungry, not thirsty, not cold, and not alone. She was loved when she passed. Sometimes that is all we can do.
