She looked sickly two days ago, so it wasn’t a big surprise, except for how quickly it happened.
Yesterday morning, I went out of my way to sit with her for a few minutes before work. I thought about the weekend coming, and making sure she sat with me during movie night—which she used to do but hadn’t for a long time, now that Olivia is ruling the roost. But she was gone before I got home.
She had a good life, and it was her time. But it’s a reminder that life is fragile, and there isn’t time to waste focusing on things that don’t matter in the long run.