She bit Mommy in her final seizure. Hard. Wish it had been me.
We had her a year and a month. You love them even if you only have a day. And now we have to wonder how we get along without a Scotty.
Who never had an un-photogenic angle. Never kissed either of us once. And never seemed happier than to be here in her pack.
Pat is weeping quietly. Not me. Like Muffy, I’m a fucking Scot.