For generations she has guarded my family. Since the days of my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather she has kept us safe. For so long we thought her immortal. But now I see it differently, for just as my fur grows grey and my joints grow stiff, so too do hers. She did not take in my children, but she gave them to her children. I will be the last she cares for. My only hope is that I am able to last until her final moments. The death of one of her kind is so rare. The ending of a life so long is such a tragedy. She has seen so much, she knows so much. I know she takes comfort in my presence. I only wish that I will be able to give her this comfort until the end. ;)
