Muffy. Dead. Scottish to the end.

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.

Muffy Laird. RIP.

Muffy Laird. RIP.

  1. Zana Shults’s avatar

    I am so very sorry to hear that Muffie has gone on up to doggy heaven. I have lost five furry babies and totally understand what a warm wonderful hold they have on your heart. She had a good life with you two.

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