This is how I feel - flat and wanting to hide under a potted fern. Bitey Whitey is gone. We sent him to the university for an autopsy and are hoping they'll be able to tell us something that can help someone, hopefully not ever us again.
While I was sitting with him I did as much knitting as I could and got Elizabeth's second sleeve done and ready to attach to the body.
As I knit I decided that since I was never going to be able to make a Bitey Whitey sweater, he could be a part of this sweater, specifically the last three rows on that second sleeve. And I realized that in fact, all the sheep were all a part of all my sweaters. Everyone here is a part of everything here. My heart.
While I waited for the vets to arrive yesterday I hustled to make sure that the sleeves were indeed the proper length and put all the stitches back on the needles to join everything together. It somehow seemed important that he knew (and probably I knew) that we'd always be together, the sleeves on each others sweaters. And the way you join the sleeves to the body?
K2Tog (Knit Two Together)