This blanket is not wool or natural fiber- maybe because the person who made it could not afford such yarn? One part of its story is a mystery: who stitched this? For what occasion? And how did it end up at the Goodwill store on Clinton Ave in Rochester, NY, for sale for a few dollars? The poignancy of these questions felt as heavy as the sorrow of having to find a blanket to keep our 13 year old do Mocha warm during the last weeks of her life. She wore it like a horse blanket, wrapped in our love until the very end. We are grateful for her faithful companionship and for the unknown hands that helped give comfort to Mocha- and in turn to us- as we prepared for our parting.