Ruby

This morning when I woke up, Ruby was on the bed. When I patted her she rolled onto her back so that I could rub her tummy. She reached out for my hand with her wee paws and bit my hand very gently, she was so happy. And that was the last time I saw her.

Now she is dead, knocked down by a car this afternoon. How can such a beautiful amazing creature be gone? Poor Ruby. And poor Tom, who knows that something is wrong but doesn't understand what he has lost.