Around nine-thirty this (Saturday) morning, I got a call from H, telling me that Layla had just died. When she woke up, Layla was too weak to stand. H took her to the car, and Layla let out three yelps and it was over. Part of me is glad she went quickly, but I worry she may have been in pain towards the end. She seemed in fairly good spirits
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