Hippity, Hoppity Happy Trails, old girl. We’ll miss you.

And that’s the downside of pet ownership, isn’t it?

The consolation is that it appears to have been a heart attack, stroke, or other instantaneous, non-violent kind of passing, with no long illness leading up to it. Her time was just up. One minute playing on the carpet, the next minute gone. We don’t know how old she was, but she wasn’t young. We gave her a good home after a rough life, and did the best we could. In the end, I think that’s what matters.