We (my physicist/farmer husband & me & the dogs & the cats) moved from sprawling Houston, TX to a small, but useless farm in Florida. Then the donkey moved in. He was lonely, so the goats came. & then some horses, some more dogs, chickens, cockatiels, more cats, new horses. You get the picture.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Not 18 months
Technically not 17 months. Sadie came as a foster, failed & stayed. Yesterday, after a week post protein-losing nephropathy semi-diagnosis (we elected not to do the diagnostic surgery) we put her to sleep. She stopped eating on Tuesday, stopped drinking on Wednesday. We could have lasted another few days, but they would have been awful days. So we didn't.
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