someone's missing in our house

She may not have been a human . . . although according to C.S. Lewis's fictional writings, she very well could have been considered a person. In any case, she was definitely a part of our family, and not a small part. Her name meant lovable, and she lived up to it and beyond.

She "found" us over ten years ago, before we were married, in a parking lot, and literally jumped into our lives and insisted she stay. It was easy to say yes. She lived with my husband, sometimes coming to visit at my place, until we married.
We said good-bye to her a week ago. The snow was softly, peacefully falling. My husband had a snow day. We were all home together. She had been failing fast. Terminal. We made the very difficult decision to have our vet assist in humanely ending her suffering before the disease continued its progression in her tiny body. We held her close. We cried. We said good-bye as she quietly, peacefully slipped away.
Someone's missing in our house. And we will never forget her.