I fear we're slowly saying farewell to Bits. Her walking is becoming increasingly unsteadt. She is akin and bones. She wakes around three-month in the wee hours to puddle and get a gabapentin. And we're seeing more and more of that lost look, the stopping and staring. But she's still eating, and she still wants to go down to her stream every day, though she needs help getting to her drinking spot. As long as these good days continue, so will she. She'll tell us when it's time.