Thursday morning we called the vet and that evening we took her in. It was heartbreaking to say good-bye, but it was the compassionate thing to do. Her 22 pounds had withered to under 8 pounds. She just could not continue the way she was.
Babs was quite the trouper. As long as Sepia was alive, she was his sidekick - literally. He would back up to her and kick at her to keep her from getting too much attention. She would lie down on her side to allow Chaco to groom her. She did not really like to be held, but she liked to sleep next to people.
The bald cypress in our backyard was particularly difficult for Babs. The fronds would stick to her fur and not let go. She hated the way we pulled those off of her! And she had a fang that was with her until her dying day. It is particularly visible in this picture.