Bounce at the cabin, looking for the bobcat. August 2009.
She's gone. My good girl, best, dearest, friendliest, happiest, smartest, kindest. She had the biggest and most joyful personality. All heart. All good.
Found out last fall that she would not, in fact, live forever, but I kept hoping. It's impossible that she's gone. Dear, brave, noble to the end.
Went to the shelter later, looked at the run where I first saw her 13 years ago. Everyone who knew her, loved her.
I can't believe she's gone.
I hope to heaven Julie Zickefoose can forgive me for repeating this, since it comes from a post honoring the memory of a human loved one, but I'll say it anyway: "Death is undone by love." I love you, Bounce.