Time of death. October 17th at 9:35am.
She crawled up with her ancient knees and paper-light shaky body into her little purple twirly wheel and slipped her mortal coil.
My daughter is coming home from school today to spend the weekend. I was unfairly hoping little Mouse could hold on just one more day. Life is for the living but Mouse has spent the last several days somewhere between here and there balancing precariously on the little cruel tight-rope of limbo. Early this morning she had simply had enough and quietly slipped into the void. Poor wee dear.
