Today I was cleaning the basement and came across a little tuff of Nikki's fur. I thought all the fur traces were gone. It seemed as if she shed all the time. That little bit of fur really did a number on me. I miss Nikki so much, I still expect her to coming bounding around the corner to greet me, slip sliding on the kitchen floor. It was so funny to watch her try to catch her footing and then look at you as if to say "I meant to do that". It's been four months since I lost her. I just had to write these thoughts down because nobody around me wants to hear it anymore. I still ask myself the same question - why did I not see that she was so ill. Why did the turmor get to be so large that there was no hope. Even the vet did not detect the tumor, but I was so close with her that I should have noticed.
Thank you all for your sympathetic ears and support.