So nice. It makes me think of Tummo of course, a feminine presence so delightful too. So sweet to have accompanied her for her last breath and petting her dead body. I looked into her eyes. It was a bit weird but I did not let it bug me. She was gone already and I just leaned over her and petted her and recited Om tare tuttare ture svoha.

The vet checked her heart three times (I asked him to do the third time when he offered). It is the song Calling You from Baghdad café, an excellent a bit magical and fabulous movie I saw way way back, around 1993 maybe?