Our beloved Temi reached the end of the road this morning at the ripe age of 19.5 years. We had adopted her in December 1988 when she was estimated to be 3 months old.
Two weeks ago one of her hind legs broke while she was trying to scratch herself. Subsequent X-rays and blood tests revealed that she had what the doctors thought was advanced sarcoma. She survived on pain killers until this morning when the vet determined that her lungs were filling with fluid and her liver was enlarged; we decided it was time to draw the line. The picture above was taken last weekend when I took her out to the backyard for the last time. (The bandage on her front leg was for the IV catheter.)
Since she lived so long, I figured she had some pretty good genes that would be a shame to lose. So I had the vet snip off the tip of her tongue, which is now resting in 95% alcohol in the refrigerator.
Maybe we'll have her cloned one day!