“Our plan isn’t THE plan” I spent all day yesterday trying to find a place to humanely guide Ms Tuesday Renee into the place where “All Dogs Go to Heaven”, and every place I called said they need between 48 and 72 hours advanced notice. So at the earliest I would get an appointment would be Wednesday. I was told just to keep her comfortable until then. Well Ms Tuesday Renee went to heaven about 15 minutes ago, on a Tuesday, and she transitioned with her head in my arms. Normally, I’m a pretty deep sleeping person; however, when she claimed on the bed, I woke up. Any other time I probably wouldn’t have moved at all. This time it felt different. So I sat up and just kept rubbing her head and body gently while singing her favorite song - You are my sunshine - she always got excited to hear that lullaby. So now it’s telling everyone else in the family that she’s performing her duties in another realm. I always kept saying “I would never be one of THOSE people” who get all emotional over an animal. Yet, here I am being one of “THOSE” people getting emotional over an animal. We adopted her when she was (5) weeks old. Someone had tossed her and her sister Rainey out of a car, at Walmart, right after a heavy snow. That was 12 years ago. Jewel was in 6th grade. She went through (3) years of middle school, (4) years of high school, (4) of college, and (1) year post college. It appears as if OUR plan wasn’t THE plan. She transitioned exactly where she wanted to do so. Usually, she was my copilot; however, this time I was her copilot. Her final ride was quiet, calm, and filled with the same level of love 💕 that she’d given all of her years.