When the vet came to help Stormy, I had him check on Mary too. She was not supposed to have babies this year, but she gave me oopsie babies Trace and Quatro.
While she did amazingly well at raising them, it really took its toll on her, and she’s been in a steady decline since August. Her lungs didn’t sound great, she was horribly under weight, anemic, and struggling to stay warm, so we decided it was time to say good-bye to her as well.
Mary, Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
Mary was actually named after the singing group Peter, Paul and Mary.
But I always chanted the nursery rhyme to her until I decided maybe she was taking it a bit too much to heart with her contrary nature. Then I changed it to Mary, Mary, Miss Extraordinary.
She was such a beautiful girl.
Farewell, Mary, Mary Miss Extraordinary.