Before I had my human babies, I had this furry one. She has been with me since I was 18 when something tragic happened in my life. She has been by my side every day since. She is going on 13 years old and she still needs to be right by me no matter where I am. She has anxiety when she isn't close enough. She rests her head on my shoulder, lays on my lap, loves me unconditionally - and I her. She is moving a little slower than yesterday and each day is getting worse. I am not sure how many more years she is going to give us. It will be a hard day when that comes.