05.30 Tuesday Little Aisha hasn’t made it

I can barely bring myself to tell you that little Aisha died peacefully at 05.15 this morning. My Mistress had stayed up all night with her, giving her a little milk every fifteen minutes and constantly moving her back to the warm pile of puppies when she wandered off. The fact that she did keep working her way away wasn’t a good sign. In the end my Mistress wrapped her in a blanket and nursed her, feeding her a drop at a time from a bottle. Sadly, despite  everything, she quietly slipped away.

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