“I’ll stay til the wind changes.”
On Saturday night, the wind changed and our beautiful and loving and joyful Maude left us. In her wake is a cyclone of anguish and helplessness.
The wind that brought her to us blew up from the south nine years ago. Hurricaine Katrina. Along the way, it picked up a terrified three month old puppy in Louisiana and dropped her into the PAWS clinic on the south side of Chicago.