Saffron lay in Simon's arms, quite contented, while Annaliese made the injection, complaining a little that it was cold, and quietly and gently died, snuggled up to him.
We miss her already. She is buried next to Leila and we bought some bulbs and marigold seeds to plant over our little marigold coloured Sweetie.
|Saffron in her prime. This is the Saffron we remember, not the poor little lady she became|