I neglected to post after we let Frannie go on August 22nd. I am sorry to have left you hanging. It was just so damned, glacially inevitable. I guess we had a special bond because of her deafness. She was always observant of where we were and what we were doing. She had been through a series of different homes in her first year of life--I figured she didn't want to risk losing us in the confusing, silent world that she lived in.
She knew she was loved, though she never heard those words.
I held her in my arms--to the end and beyond--so she would know she wasn't alone.