It’s been a year. We’re in full onslaught of COVID-19 pandemic. So far, Rusty and I are well, and trying to keep our sanity (mine) during this medical and economic crisis.
Unfortunately, I lost my “Baby Girl” Patches. She was 17 and one month old. As described in my last posting, a year ago, she suffered with a few medical and physical problems. She became progressively worse, and I knew I couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. It was time.
I called in a gentle, kind-hearted veterinarian who makes house calls, and he agreed we needed to end her suffering. He came the next day, and we said a sad good-bye to the sweetest girl.
She wasn’t upset; in fact, I believe she knew. She was relaxed, I held her, petted her, and then she was gone.
Sorry to share this now – but I figured you all who have been such great bloggers and friends who have looked in to this blog on occasion, over the years, should know what happened.
Thank you so much.