Two days before my birthday- our home suffered an incredible loss. My beautiful calico Skijit became too sick to continue caring for. We knew she was in devastating pain and the best choice was to take that pain away. The loss of her beautiful face in this house has been almost too much to handle mentally and physically for me. She was mine for 18 years. When I rescued her from a cardboard box outside of a pet store in a January blizzard- she was improperly weened from her mother and the size of a 12 ounces can of soda. She nursed on my shirt or blankets for the first 5 years of her life. She grew into an amazing animal- so full of love (on her time table).
She helped raise Lola thru puppyhood. and of course was the mentoring mother figure in Franklin's life. It has been a process to grieve and work through missing a big part of our home.
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