We did not get a miracle. Myrtle died.
I spent ten weeks keeping her alive, but in the end, her little heart couldn't tolerate it, and failed.
We've buried her next to Wattle.
I might need to go and stare into the abyss for a bit.
Myrtle is trying to die, and it's not seeming to be anything I can solve. She just doesn't want to try anymore.
I've insisted she eat, but she's deeply unhappy about it.
