Today is Friday the 13th. I never had a problem with that date...ever...until today. Every once-in-awhile my wedding anniversary falls on Friday the 13th. I have always considered that a lucky day for me. Today it was just sad.
Today I had to put Bailey to sleep. After a week of fightling Renal failure, the vet and I decided that it was time to let Bailey go. I had such hope for her recovering but the blood test said most of her kidney function was gone.
I got Bailey from the Animal Control here where I live. She had no hair on her and was covered with fleas and sores. She had by spayed and declawed and was wearing a little flea collar. Here, if an animal is picked up with a collar on of any kind, it spares their life for 10 days while they wait for Mom or Dad to come and pick them up. No collar, buys the animal 5 days. I found her at day 7. She was a total mess but grew up to be a beautiful cat. She was timid and very sweet. She rarely complained about anything. Moose used to love to pin her down and lick her from head to toe. That drove her nuts. Dog spit on a long haired cat; well it's just not pretty.
So here's to 10 wonderful years of hair all over my black pants, licking my eye brows backwards to help clean me up, smacking the dogs around when they behaved badly, and letting me brush you against your will. I will miss you but know there are others where you are going ,that will brush you to keep you from getting matted and some one to scrath under you chin just the way you like it. Safe journey good friend.