then there were eight

Monday morning Cuz died. She'd been improving but then slid downhill. Dr D phoned first thing Monday morning to tell me. I said I'd be over to get her; he said they'd have her ready for me. They had her in a real nice zippered canvas case. It was so nice that I wondered if I needed to return it, until I saw her name on it. We dug a hole in the yard and rearranged the bricks from Boo's grave so Cuz could have three also. Slug and Rambo are near the house there, but unmarked, then Boo the Alaskan husky by the maple, Tick the tabby next to him, then Cuz, then Wolf the Siberian and lastly Amos the Neufie. Maybe this is the year I landscape the "pet sematary"

Anyway, Cuz dying was unexpected. She's always been at risk, being so overweight and all, but she's seemed healthy, even a month ago when she had her feleuk test (and passed it). I'm sort of at a loss for words. I miss her.