Midnight 2009 - May 10, 2012

Earlier this week, Midnight took sick.  He had a rough night, but seemed a bit better the next.  Soon we noticed that he was not eating.  He would drink water, and so we hoped that he would get better.  Wednesday evening, he took a turn for the worse.

Thursday morning, Sylvia called the vet.  She was in surgery, and the assistant was not able to help us.  Before the vet called back, Midnight stopped breathing.  Our hearts are heavy.

We wrapped our friend in one of Sylvia’s old shirts.  Midnight had often slept on that, and it seemed appropriate that he have that in his final rest.  Sylvia and I buried him in a special place.  We placed weeping willow branches at his head and at his tail.  The ground is damp and those branches should grow and give us a fitting marker for our friend.

I must stop now.  I’m sure you understand.