I was first adopted from KCDR when I was 3 years old - into a nice family - and life was good.
Now 8 years later I'm being returned.
Somewhere it went sour - for them it was divorce, lost jobs, lost homes, hopes and dreams....
For me, while I always had love and a warm bed, I didn't get heartworm preventative ... and now ... well, now I learn that's a killer,
at eleven and in my condition I'm too old and too infirm to take the treatment.
I've got an enlarged heart, a gimpy leg and some sort of hernia in my pooper - but hey - I'm still enjoying life and just love to lie beside you and cuddle.
If you stop tickling my ear, I'll just look at you - until you start again.
All I'm wishing for is a few more days in the sun... then a peaceful exit, no heroics please.
Through a kind and generous hospice home - Heidi got her wish.