Sniglet and Stuart are together again.
She’d been dealing with a mass pressing on her abdomen. You can even see it protruding from her side in the photo of her and Winston. She looks so tired in that photo.
We were away. Knowing she’d been ill, I texted Auntie Meredith on the way home to ask about her Tuesday night only to learn I was about an hour too late.
The decision must have been gutwrenching, but Auntie had no choice. It was the humane thing to do. Breathing and sleeping were so difficult for Snigs at that point.
No doubt Stuart was waiting for her to cross the bridge. He and many, many friends welcomed her as she slowly sauntered across. A bit afraid, but calm I’m sure. Once those two saw each other, I’m sure they howled and ArrOOOOOed til the wee hours.
They’re probably still howling at each other in delight.
Such a nice thought that they’re together. Disease free. Happy go lucky. And sniffin’ butts.
Here’s sniffin’ at you pretty girl. Miss Sniglet. There will never be another.
Well, again I’ve done something wonderful and I’m not quite sure what or why.
This is how I usually sleep. All curled up on the cool wood floor near the front door. Last night I didn’t feel like it.
So, I slept in the big chair – excuse me, the big bed – when they threw me on it. All night.
For some reason. The 2-legged ones really, really – I mean REALLY – like it when I do that.
I don’t get it. But I might do it again.
Why do they call it spa day? I had my hairs stripped yesterday and my toenails clipped and a bandanna tied around my neck.
That’s about it.
The two-legged ones were aghast at my eyebrows. They’re a little short.
But I like ’em that way. What do you think?
Hi Friends. Winston here. Sherlock and I are having a big time. That’s his butt in the picture in case you didn’t recognize him.
This morning we terrorized some dogs at the dog park. The 2-legged ones aren’t big on dog parks, but now that we live in an apartment, they feel sorry for me that I don’t run around free.
I hate to be the bearer of sad news, but I didn’t run free at our other house.
And, hey, the little park is part of our neighborhood so who can argue with that.
Hope you have a nice day.
It’s off to the races! Two fabulous Scotties for a few days. Woot!
Now what do I do?
Well, it’s been a while since you said anything to your friends. What’s on your mind?
I’d say Hi Friends.
Yes, and what else?
Really Winston? You’ve got nothing to share? Nothing to say?
I never said that Peepstress.
Well, at least you’re calling me Peepstress. That’s a good start my boy. Love you.
Love you too Peepstress.
Apres Farmers market. Winston’s worn out.