Farewell, Ivy Scartlett, may you go with God
When I returned to writing an Inkspots column five years ago after quite a long hiatus, it was for two reasons: 1.) I felt if I could make a few people smile, or even chuckle, that would help justify my taking up space on this planet; 2.) Bing had just died, and I needed to fill my time.
Thus, I will apologize ahead of time that purpose No. 1 isn’t going to happen with this column. Last week, I had to have my German shepherd, Ivy Scarlett, put down. She was in congestive heart failure, and her legs were giving out on her. Our vet came to the house, so she died peacefully on her own turf with me by her side. Bing and I adopted Ivy 12 years ago from a German shepherd rescue organization.
Read Ink Spots in the June 18 Advance.