Thursday, March 31, 2011
I love my animals. Nothing hurts more than when either old age or sickness puts me in the position of deciding when to end their hurting. Yesterday, I decided with much heartbreak to euthanize my little Scout, aka Pootie, since that rotten FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis) stripped away her health and spirit. She was only 8 years old and had been sick for a month or so. I will always remember her vocal character, she loved to talk, her insistence for drinking out of the bathroom sink faucet or when she occasionally drank from a bowl, how she dipped in her paw and licked the drippings. She was a smart girl, not very cuddly but loved to sleep next to me with my hand on her big white belly. As I sit here writing this with tears dripping down my face, I dedicate this remembrance to my girl who will always hold a special place in my heart. Here's to you Scout. And enjoy your time in pet heaven with Gandalf, Oscar, Belle, Fuller, Daisy and Putty.
Posted by Mary Oswald of Collier Leeds at 9:21 AM