Woken by a massive seizure and seriously disoriented for a long while afterwards, it was a blessed release for us to help her end her suffering.
I got up early and went down to where my lovely man buried Lily at 3am.
The sun was just up, the breeze was still, the dappled sunlight trickling through our little forest onto the fresh turned earth.
My funny old lady sheepies came and stood around me, sensing something profound had happened,
and Chevy came and nibbled my fingers.
We all stood there together and listened to the birds' early morning chatter, and watched a kookaburra swoop low over her grave. Perfect peace and all is well in the world.