My Fergie came to me at 14 years old. She was timid and afraid, so I sang to her and made her a beautiful good dog. She stomped her feet when I was late feeding her, and her most famous word was "ma." She didn't like it when I fussed; she gave me a sad-eyed look. She was 14 years old she got sick and wouldn't eat, and anyone who knew Fergie she was always hungry. Nothing worked; she couldn't keep the medicine down no matter how hard it was, so I made the decision to put her to sleep so she wouldn't suffer anymore. She had a bad ear and UTI infection and something wrong with her stomach, and Wednesday, November 18 2020, I put her to sleep. I wish she was here and I miss her dearly. The other dogs don't understand why she isn't here with them. She can now run free and eat whatever she wants to. So sorry, I am still grieving for her.
JanicePETERSBURG, VA
