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.