Zappa was asleep on our bed last night, a deep, comfy sleep. He was so relaxed he just melted into the bed. His wrinkles showing through his face and muzzle that he almost looked like a basset hound. He was that content.
I knelt on Fiona's blanket to say "good night" to her and began quietly sobbing.
Seeing Zappa's face, struck me how much pain and stress Zappa has been under without his siblings, especially Fiona, and the contrast his face was showing
at this moment.
Part of the tears were relief. Zappa was making it through this most difficult time in his life. For a while we did not know for certain if he would leave us too. There were some scary moments when we weren't sure.
And yet despite our fears, Zappa was here, sleeping in such complete peace.
I don't know how he got to that point, but I hope I can emulate it someday.