Misty has been really struggling the past few weeks, not eating much and having trouble hitting her litter box. Yesterday morning Rachael found that she may have had a stroke in the night. She was practically dragging her whole back end. It was sad. Misty was lame, dehydrated and starving just like when Rachael found her. Of course at this point the humane thing to do was let her go. Our local vet helped. Justin watched Jimmie and built Misty a little wooden box and dug a nice deep hole on their land and my mom went with Rach and was her support as she held Misty and waited for the end.
Good bye Misty. I can't say you were sweet, but you were feisty and full of character. Your golden years were definitely playing tag with Cheerio (golden lab). I still can't believe you guys NEVER got a long. Now perhaps you are both in the same place and have resumed the mayhem. (-: Jimmie will miss pulling your tail. Thank you for treating him gently.. (mostly)
Rachael and Misty are on the left.
Jimmie is doing well. We'll get his post done soon!