Monday, February 12, 2007

A change gonna come

Masher's body is starting to failing her; she has cataracts on both eyes, and I rather suspect her hearing isn't what it used to be.

Last night Perp was doing her hugkiss routine: "Hugkiss donkey; hugkiss stove; hugkiss piano; hugkiss Masher." Mashy was curled up in her wee bed and Perp clambered over the side to deliver the goods and M lurched up and snapped. One small, single-drop-of-blood scratch and a broken heart. Hard way to end the day, man.

It's totally not the dog's fault, but she's out of the hugkiss circle now.



Devan said...

Aw, poor Perp and poor Masher. :(

Targetgirl said...

I have been ruminating over this post for a few days. The sadness of seeing a pet age is brought into full focus when contrasted with the youthful exuberance of kids. I am sure Perp will miss having Masher in the hugkiss circle and I am sure Masher will miss Perp's up close love. Having lost two animals not that long ago I have a raw spot in my heart for what you are going through. Hugs to all.