My sister Scarlet also passed away in May about two weeks before Cookie. Scarlet had lost a lot of weight very quickly and my Master had just gotten off the phone making an appointment to bring her to the vet when she went into a coma that she never came out of. My Master rushed Scarlet to Angell Memorial Hospital, but there was nothing that could be done for her. The emergency room veternarian who saw her thought that the chronic kidney and liver failure that she died from was typical of a cat who was 13-15 years old. My Master had thought that Scarlet was closer to 6 years old.
Women seem to always lie about their age.
Sometimes my Master takes me for long walks on the weekend where we explore different parts of the Boston area. I am such a happy dog now that I am healthy and have a Master who loves me. Me, my Master, Cookie, Scarlet and Inkblot lived in our little house in Atlanta until early in 1996. My Master moved up to Boston in April 1996. When I was in Atlanta, I had a small backyard to run around in.