I’m pretty sad this evening. Ellie joined us when she was 3 months old, 13 years ago this month. This afternoon, she succumbed to congestive heart failure. We have pictures (not digital) of her when we first brought her home. In those days, she used to trip over her ears and get me up in the middle of the night every night (even recently, I used to joke that I only got a good night’s sleep when I went out of town, though if I’m totally honest, she was sleeping through most of the night for the last few months).
