Our sweet girl, defender of home and hearth, stalwart Shiba Inu whose heart was so big it scarce fit into her, is gone. Her soul has fled the flagging confines of her mortal body, and she is free. We who are left behind are chained by our grief and sadness at the loss of our furkid.
I hope that she is playing with the other Shibas that have gone before, and that she bears our greetings to the other dear and darling furkids that we have loved and lost. May she chase squirrels in a never-ending afternoon, and when we go, may we be worthy of crossing the Bridge with her.
Hug your people; hug your furkids. There are never enough tomorrows.