I had been saving this image for some in-depth, post-op blog about my kitties helping me heal.
But today we had to let sweet Driftey go at about 18 years old. She's the tiny black fluffy being who could sleep on my shoulder 2 days home from the hospital and bring about only comfort. No distress, even with severely compromised limbs! Chervil, at the foot of the bed, is "only" 15 years old.
I just love that these senior ladies figured out the scary, noisy hospital bed immediately, when so many others were scared away for a few days by my walker!