I had her on the patio with us. My husband had just put Louie on the running leash so he wouldn't bother her and for Shasta's own enjoyment. It must have given her some delight to see him on it since she had been put on the leash so many times. I am so glad we did this one act of getting even for her...little did we know she only had moments to live.
Shasta had went over to Louie and they touched noses. She made her way back to the patio in her now unsteady walk. When she came up to me I patted her head and told her softly it was okay. Shasta then whet over to my son where he sat and he petted her. She then went over to my husband, laid at his feet and her heart gave out. Realizing what was happening, I rushed over and my husband and I tried to comfort her as she slipped away. Shasta fought with everything she had up til the very last second.
Afterwards I thought of how she came up to each one of us; it was like she had been bidding us each a good-bye. Shasta chose to die at my husband's feet because she had been with him two years before I came along and she knew who her master was..
The only thing we had noticed in Shasta was that she had slowed down the last year. What was mistaken for just old age was actually cancer. By the time we saw there was something wrong it was just too late.
The White Terror, The Bullet, The Cat Chaser...the little girl is gone.
No words can express our sorrow.
Good-bye Shasta, we love you.