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.
The cat tree with the “penthouse” at the top has been here since Patches was a small kitten. She has definitely “grown” into it. And, of course, it’s one of her favorite places to take her afternoon nap.
Many times during the day, I leave my desk to perform chores of one kind or another, and today, when I came back into my office, guess who I found lying very comfortably on my desk? None other than my two sweet Exotics.
Every so often, they decide to be buddies (for a short time), especially when it’s on Mom’s desk so she can’t get back to work!