I really can’t bring myself to type out the full story, but Tasha never came home from the hospital. Her cancer was too advanced for us to do anything more than have her put out of her pain.
We got her in May 1996 from the North Shore Animal League. They did not know her exact age, but the estimate was between 9 and 18 months. So she left us somewhere between age 10 and 11. Too soon. Losing Tina was hard, but she was 17 and we’d had time to get used to the idea. It didn’t happen that way for Tasha. She crashed hard and fast.
Tasha was extremely shy, so even close friends and family did not really get a chance to know her. The only people she felt comfortable around were Scott and I, and even then, she would not cuddle with us except in her “safe place” — our bed. Above is a photo of her camped out between our pillows.
Rest easy, sweet girl. We miss you.