These are Matilda’s windows . Matilda is still here, but her days are numbered. It is true of all of us, but her illness telegraphs an approximation. Some day I will say, “These are the windows Matilda used to go to.” I touch her silky black fur, and watch her lounge on her brown fuzzy dog bed. She looks the same, seems the same, but the process of leaving us has started. We try to keep her longer by treating her Lymphoma. L-CHOP Protocol they call it. It can bring her a year of life. Now, even one day is an eternity, my precious Matilda.