Farewell My Best Friend

I'm afraid this moment has been coming a long time. I've known she was ill. Hadn't thought she would live this long.
But still. I'm blindsided.
She's gone. That word never is such a terrible word.
I have always known her. Always. And now I will never see her again.
She is my sister. She was so beautiful. So regal and proud. Yet dainty. A velvet exterior over a steel core.
She always knew when I needed her.
I hope she is at peace. I hope she is running free, strong like she was years ago. Her fur thick and shiny, commanding her peers with a disdainful glance.
I hope she forgets being deaf and old, being tired and confused. I hope she is at peace.
Goodbye Taffy. I love you.