Reasons to be Impossible

That was her about a year ago, when she was already frail, deaf, blind and arthritic.

She was originally bought by my Sister, who named her Susie; however, by various means she fell into my hands, and I wasn't having a bloody dog called Susie (and I'm sure the dog wouldn't have tolerated that name neither). So, because she was black - almost never comes out except as a black blob on photos - and because she was always hanging round our feet, she became Shadow.

We got her from a rescue centre, and someone had presumably once tried to drown her, so she had a lifelong fear of water, and would, when it had rained, try to walk without putting her feat on the wet ground.

RIP - but her spirit will continue her vendetta against all known cats or agents of cats.

Labels: Obituaries, Pets, There's a good dog