I am very, very sad.
Today we had Tatters put to sleep.
She’s been a part of our family for ten years.
An absolute mess for most of that time,
But we (at least the females of the household) loved her.
If anyone hears wailing coming from Shawnee Road,
It’s Our Girl Nettie, mourning like I’ve never seen her mourn before.
Would you say a prayer for Nettie?
She feels like it’s her fault because Tatters started biting her and about a month ago, a bite on her foot got badly infected and she had to have medical care for it and antibiotics. Although that was the pivotal incident that made us know it was time for Tatters to go, there were many, many other reasons. But all Nettie can think is that it was somehow, mostly her fault.
Nettie’s pain makes me even sadder.