Mags

Mags my wonderful little Scottie was born in my mothers home, I held her when she was 1 day old. When my Scottie was ill 9 years ago (cancer) I was faced with the decision to have the tumour removed or let her live out her life as is. Even though Mags was 12 she came through the surgery with flying colours, the tumour however grew back in 6 months and started to spread.
BI couldn't allow her to suffer so as she lay in my arms the vet injected the "sleep" into her tiny veins I wept as I told her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her. She is buried in a pet cemetary near Stoufville with her mother and is in my thoughts all the time.

Occasionally take out her collar to "feel" her, her scent is still imbedded in the collar and in memoriam hang her image on our tree every year.