One more month and she would’ve been 15

Today I lost my sweet girl. Her body gave up. Vada almost made it to 15 years old. I adopted her on a whim in Chicago at a 24 hour adoption event. And a women tried to pay me for her in the lobby. She had been moved twice in other shelters and was shy and scared. I worked in bars and shed come w me to work and just sit at customers tables and take attention until I was done. She’s moved homes with me 16 times. She’s moved across the country and to a new country. She is so gentle and so kind and so patient and loves anyone she meets but with the most call demeanor. She’s never growled. She rarely barked. She loved children’s furniture. But she loved my kids so much. I loved her first but she loved them the most. She was so tired today and my heart is just crushed.