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...I won't be posting anything else today.
Her breathing kept getting worse; tried humidifying, did my best to keep her nose as clean as I could, she got to the point a few hours ago where she couldn't bring herself to swallow 'cos she could only breathe through her mouth.
About half an hour ago she died, loved and cared for. I held her until she was cold.
She's buried in the back yard; there's a candle on the grave, burning for her.
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