We lost our gentle giant Olivia (aka Sheep) this weekend, just a few weeks after her 17th birthday. She’d been fading since Wednesday and by the weekend was nearly gone. I was running late for work on Saturday night and hated the idea of leaving her alone. I’d gone to check on her and she was bad, so I brought her some tuna (she had a psychic link to the stuff, if you ever even thought of opening a can she’d appear from nowhere, with a customary “brow!”) and I swear she held on till I came back to the room and then she let go. It was heartbreaking but I was glad I could be there with her at the end. Goodbye, sweet crazy girl, thank you for all the love and laughs over the last 13 years ❤