I told Stevie that Auggie was looking forward to playing with him on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, and asked him to tell her that I love her. The simple reply, "i will tell her, tho she already knows," made me cry this afternoon -- and it just did again.
Eleven years ago, thanks to Kat, Auggie got her first new lease on life. Four years ago, when we were looking for a new home for her, she informed us she'd found it. One year and a month ago, we learned she had metastatic lung cancer and she decided she wasn't done. A year ago, we had a couple of weeks of happy, bouncy piglet ahead of us.
She did know. All of them know. Even Mavis, who wags her tail and cuddles at every opportunity, as I try and probably fail to hide the frustration and exasperation over a situation that's 100% not her fault.