Just thinking about Piper's last days, and I think I'm coming to grips with my decision to put her down. I could have extended her life with extensive examinations to determine her problems, followed by invasive surgery to try and fix everything. She would have suffered greatly.
Instead she died in my arms while I blubbered I love you's and tears over her beautiful face. She was loved deeply from the moment she came into my life, until the moment she left. I guess you can't ask for more than that from life.