No more troubled moments or fear of others for our brave little soldier who died in her sleep early morning.
The one picture I can not get out of my mind is of her yesterday, huge stitches on her head, massive shaven leg and pelvis walking tentatively around the house using her arthritic leg as the main one, allowing the pinned hip to rest.
Even when she was lying down it was just as the vet had said he would want.
Last night after her tea Wilma wanted to go outside to eat grass.
Obviously in discomfort.
At one point she was lying between the greenhouse and the shed.
She came into the house but was obviously unsettled.
She dozed off and I did too.
I awoke at 3.30 and she had died in her sleep!