Pepper and I held her as she crossed over the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon. She was peaceful and ready to go, having shared my turkey wrap for lunch, plus having snarfed down several treats after the sedative. They gave her the hiccups.
Now she can see again, and chase Red Ball, and Sit Pretty, and she has a voice again so she can yap at passersby.
And she told me that she'd be waiting for us at the Bridge, and will show us around when we get there, along with Wendy and Chewy and the others who preceded her.
She hasn't steered me wrong in 17 years -- why should she start now?
(Believe it or not, I'm not crying in this pic, taken this morning in the good light -- I just have a bad cold. But Younger Daughter told me last night that I needed to have a picture of just Rosie and me, especially since I'm the one usually taking the pictures of Rosie and somebody else. I think she was right.)
Farewell, Rosie Posie. We love you more than you can know.