Missy passed on about an hour or so ago. I am afraid I didn't get anywhere on top of it until I noticed that she wasn't eating anything. I tried to hydrate and feed her, but too little too late.
When I discovered her distress, I was pretty sure all the vet could do was put her to sleep.
So long, sweetie.
Looking at the date on the picture, I realized that she was with us almost five years.
Which means she was about 17.
(Griffin's butt in the foreground.)
