Soon after Peter came home tonight I found Smudge outside with a badly broken leg. I scooped up Smudge, yelled for Peter and we drove straight down to the vets' in town. From there we had to make a phone call and drive to their other surgery on the other side of town. Sadly at his age, nearly 14, and being pretty decrepit there was no alternative but to have him put to sleep in my arms. Then we brought him home and he is now buried under the trees by the vegetable plot.
4 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear about Smudge, Ruta. My thoughts and prayers go out to you.
I am very sorry. Smudge was so lucky to have you.
Oh Ruta I am so sorry. I know how much you loved Smudge. How lucky he was to have had such a happy life with you.
Oh no, that's terrible news. Poor smudge and poor you and Peter. I know you'll think of the good times though.
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