Rose went to sleep on August 18th at the age of 15. It still doesn't feel real. I keep expecting her to appear while I'm up around the house. Its so quiet without her.
She wasn't the most vocal but she would thunder around the house in the mornings and evenings like a little racehorse. She enjoyed watching people eat and do crafts, and she was an ice cream fiend. She loved going on walks outside. That girl loved a warm spot on the ground, whether it was a sunbeam, the patio outdoors, or the rug in front of the wood stove. She would flop down and scrunch across the ground like a weird little worm.
She was my constant companion, and she helped me through dark times by being a joy. She would come and disrupt my bed-rotting by walking across my chest. She would climb up the side of my bed, sometimes scaring the shit out of me. She loved to spook people.
I hope to see her again one day, my sweet baked bean queen. My little diva bug and wacky, wild woman. I'm so grateful to have been her person.