It is hard to say goodbye to a beloved pet, especially if they've been a part of your life for 10 1/2 years. It is worse when they were healthy and happy the day before. But it is God awful when you're there and you're involved and you watch as they do CPR and it doesn't work.
I'm not sure what to say, Creeper was a large part of my life, and I love her very much. Gosh, what was bad was to watch my mom when she saw her, knowing she is gone, and oh the wails were horrible...
But I regress, Creeper was wonderful, beautiful. Our beloved and first bulldog. It is killing me. It is killing my mom. Dr. Crow. It is hard on all of us, just losing Dennis Tuesday, Molly Wednesday. We can't even figure out why she died. Dr. Crow and Dr. Mabe suspect a reaction to the anesthesia, especially with that little mass, if it was a mast cell tumor which causes an eruption of antihistimines. Once again, off on a tangent. Point is, Creeper, we'll miss you, baby. We love you so very much.

Okay, so I adopted a pregnant cat.
But I believe she is a purebred persian! Plus she is white and sooo sweet!


My other kitty isn't very happy...

Oh yeah! There was a pug meet Saturday that I took pictures at. Here is my favorite of them:

On a side note, this would have turned out well if my hand had been steady:
