In the last week SnoBall began moving slowly, too quiet at night. He hadn't driven Maria out of bed once in the past seven days. Slowing down and quickly- he walked like an old Western movie star with (four) creaky knees. Last night Dexter brought him over to me and it was evident that he was not well and on my chest he settled for a half hour. Petting him gently as he rested and took deeper breaths, the little guy took a nap. When he woke up Dexter had a piece of wheat bread, mildly moist with water and Snow ate some (never cold pass up tasty food). In minutes, he perked up, his eyes opened and he went to investigate in the hallway. After ten minutes, Dexter made a pillow created from toilet tissue and placed a tired SnoBall softly to rest. Closing his eyes, he went to sleep. SnowBall never woke up. It was a quiet way to go.
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| Oliver made this |
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| and also made this, Snow's box |
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| Dexter climbed a tree for a flower |
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| Before the dirt cover |
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| Final resting place, at the base of the bamboo |
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| Dexter's final wishes |
Snowball, you guys gave him a happy life and a sweet goodbye. He was a lucky little furball.
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