I lost both of my pups last year.
Minnie passed in April. She was 15, had hip issues, and had an enlarged heart. Every time she laid down her heart was pushed into her throat and the last days were so hard. My favorite kid keeps changing, but Minnie was my favorite pet. My dog completely. She was mine and I was hers.
I still had Maggie.
I missed Minnie terribly. So...I decided to foster kittens.
Everyday I checked the website to see if they had been adopted. Three days later they were adopted. Time to get Hunter, Maggie, and me a cat. Guess who was still at the pound? Yep, Willie and Birdie. WTF?! And they knew me...it was awful. Thankfully Emily was there to keep me focused. (they were adopted, for real, within a week). Ta da:
|Papa Bear or sometimes Papa Cat|
Late August, Maggie passed. She had a tumor on her spleen that ruptured and she was bleeding severely. She was 14 years old. She was the last of my children's pets. Her death was a bit too sudden and unexpected.
After Thanksgiving, I started looking fo a dog. I wanted an large adult dog. I got a medium puppy....
|Harley and Sunny|