Matilda

Dear Matty crossed the Bridge this morning. It was her time,  the girl was ancient.  I know she will be happier now because life had tripped her up somewhere earlier.  She came to us fearful and wanting to hide from people. Matilda never did enjoy a human hand.

 Her safety place was on the sofa, tucked down at the end as far as she could get from us.

 She did dance occasionally, here I caught her spinning and hopping with Mouse (excuse M's bum shot).  Her favorite friend was Wonky, she used to run with him around and around the yard.

  Matty was lost after Wonky crossed the Bridge. I'm sorry I never did get a good photo of those two together.
                                     
 Oh yes, Matty was always happy at meal times too.

It was a long time before I trusted Matilda to walk with me to the barn.  I never could lay my hands on her outside.  She had to be willing to follow me where I wanted her to go, and she always stayed a good ten feet ahead or behind.

Matilda completely shocked me once when she caught a small rabbit.  She walked around the barn for an hour with the poor thing in her mouth.  I had to find a neighbor to help me catch Matilda and then pry her mouth open. The rabbit was dead by then.

I'll always remember Matilda at the barn with me.  She seemed a little bit more relaxed sniffing the hay and fresh air.

Run Matilda, run. Run with Wonky now- be carefree.