Indeed. This is how it usually pans out when Pearl comes upstairs for a sleep. She’s so old now that we welcome her in the bed and allow her to sleep — wherever. Lately she’s been sleeping more and eating less. I looked at her on Sunday and she seemed smaller than ever and her spine is pronounced when I stroke her back. Her eyes become runny sometimes and I wipe them clean and try to keep her as comfortable as I possibly can. My heart is heavy when I look at her and I feel as though she and I are having a long goodbye. I suppose, philosophically, we are all doing the same. But she is very near the end of her sweet life and so my feelings of loss are close to the surface.