She never let up. Even though she was not feeling it, she would manage to get enough energy to clean Conner and Shane's room. I managed to move her out and I sat her down on the sofa and told her that I would do it for her. As soon as I would turn around, there she was again, picking up things from the floor or rearranging a picture. She would smile at me so I would not say anything to stop her from doing what she loved. I finally gave up and let her just be in the room. She talked and talked to me as she cleaned. I could not understand how she could still clean even though she was so sick. I think she asked God for strength to do it. I miss my Nettle Poodle.
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