Went out like a soldier, Gertrude did.
Fought of a stronger, larger, more brutal adversary and protected the younger one…before her bodyguard realized his fuck up and saved her.
Lived a couple more days to enjoy some treats.
Then – just when her subjects thought she’d make it – died like a warrior queen by her throne.
Valhalla currently welcomes a clucking martyr with full grandeur.
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And yes, we know.
We don’t deserve the richness of life around us.
Making amends will have to be 24/7 from here on out.
RIP Gertrude, Warrior Queen.
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