Getting to where she can't jump up on things anymore; snores, burps and toots like and old man; and is getting cataracts.
In her younger days, her crate was her space. Not that she spent that much time there.
In time, her crate was pressed into service for transporting baby goaties, chickens, rabbits, you name it.
Pinnie always had a crate, and when she turned about nine, she more or less retired to it, coming out for dinner, and an occasional sortie to make sure she wasn't missing any dropdowns.
Jewels is now eleven, and getting more and more needy. We decided it was time to install her crate in Maka's old spot.
As soon as i set the crate down, Jewels parked her fat in there, and has been happy as a clam ever since.
Guess she was just waiting around for us to figure out that she needed a retirement home.
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She has her own girl cave!
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