Flower died today. I sat and held her until she passed. I showed her the window where she liked to sit in my room, and I spoke to her to make sure she knew it was me who was there with her. I was at times sad and at times relieved; Flower fought so hard this past month. I can't imagine the endurance that it took. I knew that it was her time, but her time came too soon. I let her know how much I loved her and that it was okay for her to go. I wanted her to know that I understood that she was suffering; I had only wanted to help her be better throughout her ordeal, but in retrospect, she was hardly herself for the past month. The Flower that I will remember is the Flower who was affectionate, and who loved snacks and treats, and who loved the sun in the morning and would wake my up by biting my chin. That is who Flower was.