Tonight I am sitting on the deck, smoking a really good cigar, and all the furkids are outside with me. The next thing I know, Sophie, my elderly cat of 18+ years, decides to jump up to the hand railing. Instead of reaching the railing she missing and falls over the deck, hits her head on my neighbor's fence, and falls on the concrete patio below. O M G! I am frantic because he isn't home. And we both lock our gates. So, I pull out a shovel, put out the cigar. And I dig a hole inbetween the fences. I call her name for a good 10 - 15 minutes and finally she comes to me. And I pull her thru. No bleeding, no nothing visable on the outside. I know she is bruised. Now she is inside and eating some treats. It is tough being a Dad. I hate to see any furkid hurt or crying. Oh, this just took my breath away.
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