Unfortunately, this is the last posting for Slash and possibly this blog. Slash was killed in the street in front of our house yesterday. Don't tell Quest or Blaze, but Slash was my favorite. When I would come home from work at night, she would always run into my office, jump up on a chair, and wait for me to put my stuff away because she knew when my undershirt and socks came off, they went on her back. She would then drag them through the house.
She was the originator of "mauling time." Mauling time was not as violent as it sounds. It was the time just before I took my shower in the morning that she learned she could get a good petting and scratching from her father. Just last night, Patti (Slash's mom) fed Blaze and Quest. Slash was not there to push her face into the can of food as Patti put it on their dish. It was hard to get mad at her because she was so darn cute when she was doing it. We found out who was the biggest consumer of the food as there was more than half the food left on the plate when Blaze and Quest were finished eating.
In a final tribute to how she lived, we put her body in a cardboard box. She always loved boxes so I know she is happy.
In a final tribute to how she lived, we put her body in a cardboard box. She always loved boxes so I know she is happy.
Goodbye, Slash. You are loved and missed.
