RIP, Barbara

Our tiny but mighty baby girl. A month ago, we started hand-feeding her. Three or four months ago, we stopped taking her outside to potty, opting to clean up our bathroom tile instead. Six months ago, her afternoon walks ceased. One year ago, I purchased tiny reusable diapers that went unused because she wasn’t having it. I wish I knew when her tail stopped wagging. Her cadence slowed, her…