Grandma WhitWhit. She was a JOY to know. She had it all: smarts, good looks and a fantastic bouffant. She was part of an exclusive crew of four with Heatstroke Tucker, Pumba and Glitter. She was the life of her little retirement community in the MedBarn Neighborhood.
Whitley was at least 15 years old, and the last four years of her life were spent being pampered beyond compare. She spent three winters indoors. Her little summer house in the barn was comfortable and filled with loved ones. She ate all the best foods. She had all the best amenities. She worshipped the sun on nice days. She had a monogrammed sweater on cold days and a bow for her hair when she felt sassy. It’s the best we had to offer.
Near the end, we struggled to get her to eat and take her meds. We tried at least two dozen tricks. We took her to our vet friends at the University of Tennessee and they confirmed what we feared. She was loaded with cancer in her liver. Her kidneys were shutting down. She was ready.
We were enchanted to meet you, Whitley, and we will celebrate all the days we had with you. Your friendship was magic. See you on the other side, friend.
