We knew it was coming, but all the same, when we awoke to find Smersh even shakier on his legs than usual, unable to sit up, eat or even pee, we knew the time had come to make the call. Something I had desperately hoped not to have to do. I wanted to wake up and find him peaceful in eternal slumber. He was peaceful, really. You could see his light was fading from the world. We’re the ones who could find no peace with it. In pouring rain we took him to the car.
gardening with Dad
smersh
This is just about the worst photo of me I’ve ever seen, but it’s such a good one of Smersh that I have to post it.photo by Rob
Smersh
Poor Smershy is in the kitty hospital. He has a mouth infection, ulcers on his tongue and suspected kidney problems. I fear this may be the beginning of the end as he is an old boy and has seen a lot of wars over the years as he was moved from house to house, territory to territory. But you never know. He might bounce back. He’s a survivor.