Myrtle Mae came into my life 4 years ago, but Dave had her
for about 20 years. She lived a very active and
fulfilling life until the afternoon of February 19, 2003.
On that morning, Myrtle managed to make her
way to the second floor up the stairs to the bathroom.
She was thirsty all the time and in search of water
and we thought she probably was diabetic. She went into
the bedroom across the hall and rested but wouldn't get up.
About an hour later, I went in to check on her and she tried to get up.
She fell back down and I knew she had a
stroke. We called the vet and Dave took her in the basket to the vet.
The vet confirmed she had a stroke and at her
age advised to have her put to sleep. The vet was very surprised.
Myrtle, being 21 years old this year, had a strong
heart and was fighting to stay alive. It was very hard for us.
Since then, we have decided to dedicate our flower beds
in the back garden where she slept (and fertilised quite well) to her.
Rest in peace "my little ole lady".