Ellie and I made a trip to the vet yesterday. In her long life, we’ve not made that trip too many times. Sad to say, she won’t be making many more. The large welt on her forehead is a tumor. Pain medication will take the assumed headache away and the lovely vet that we saw, suggested that we start giving her canned dog food. Why? Why not!
Ellie has lived a charmed life. From towering over the corner of Oakdale and Burlington Streets in Chicago to her retirement years on the front porch looking over the Pacific Ocean, it’s been good. As I think of the photos of her life, these are my favorite.
Hey Jeannie, So very sorry about Ellie. I hope she won’t suffer with that tumor. We put down our 19 year old cat, Tigger, this fall and will be doing the same with our 18 year old cat, Wheezer, probably in the next year. Our fur babies are such comforts, aren’t they. Can’t imagine life without pets.