My girl Carrol texted me this morning that sweet Cricket crossed the Bridge in his sleep last night.
She said he wasn't feeling too good yesterday - he got sick and didn't want to eat, but he was going in and out under his own steam.
He's been sick like this occasionally over the years, worse than this, and bounced back. Not this time... He was almost 14...
So, while I hate it that he's "gone ahead," crossing in ones sleep at home with his people is far less sucky than many crossings.
She said she's not ready to Facebook it yet, but sharing here is fine.