It was a strange timing and she had been luving indoors with us for a while, but at least she passed peacefully holding my hand. It was in the middle of the night but I am happy I was there as it gives me closure (losing Camilla was more traumatic as I was not there). Last thing Marjory heard is that she was loved. Still I could not shake off being moody . And happy forthcoming birthday, fellow December child
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