This is Sasha. For years now when we are in need of major rest time, we say we are "taking Sasha lessons".
For there is no one... beast or human... who has resting down to an art as does our Sasha.
I miss her sister dreadfully and just the thought of her brings tears to my eyes. I have a little picture of her in a photo magnet on my refrigerator, just to keep her close to my heart for awhile.
But I still have Sasha and this evening, I plan on her being my teacher as I sip some tea, read a book, and stretch out on the sofa. I'll have to move her first.