Sort of a sad morning here, but bittersweet. Little Phoebe didn't make it through the night. I knew it had to be time, as I was petting her last night, she was so thin.
Helen is sad, of course, but she is brave, and Roger certainly helps her to smile.
Thanks for all of your sweet thoughts and prayers. Every little pet counts. If God knows how many hairs we have on our head, he certainly watches out for even the smallest of creatures.
Logan
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