Well, depending on how close I was to the cat, I don't know how I'd feel if he (I always have boy cats) went off to be with another family. :(
He reminds me of Brunswick, who I sometimes referred to as "His Orangeness". I still have middle-of-the night recollections when I can't sleep and the tears always come. I now have 4 kitty urns. Scratch, Sniff, Chewy and Brunzy. Each was unique. All were cherished.
Jay was a cat lover, was proud that the ship's cat chose to have kittens in his bunk when he was in the Merchant Marine during WWII. I wanted to have cats and he discouraged it because the loft was full of electronic hazards and he thought they would be injured. But when he was ill and not active, I got two kittens, Scratch and Sniff. The nurse put them on Jay's lap, and compromised as he was, he protected them from falling off. I do think he found comfort in having them around. They were certainly a constant joy because two kittens cavorting and playing is really special. I have four kitty urns -- Scratch, Sniff, Chewy, and Brunswick. I miss them all but Brunswick's loss hangs on. He was a person.
This is heartbreaking. My thoughts are with you.
I see less ability by today's young people to form a coherent sentence, or to write with style. And, of course, they have abandoned cursive writing and also have trouble reading it. Never mind knowing obscure words. Let's start with basic grammar.
I'm acting just as if I'm going to live forever and continue to fight for causes I'll never get to see realized. Your tech solution to gunfire from buildings sounds excellent.
Is that a wolf in the foreground? Beautiful photo. The cold weather is what makes leaves change color. If you get 32 degrees on Monday that should help.
How lovely. Miss Fredo's posts on MyBloggers. We have an art colony here. Artists use the local scenery as subject matter -- lots of sea scenes and palms and such. Lots of pottery. Our little island has a historic district. Need a ceramic frog? This is da place.
Sounds like a lovely birthday. Very handsome photo of Don. Incidentally, he and my husband share a birthday, 9/9. But Ed was just 78. We did the elegant dinner thing at the Tarpon Lodge in Pineland, on the water, lovely setting, great food. I had a margerita. It was also our wedding anniversary. It was great that the lodge did not sustain damage during Irma. After Charley, in 2004, it was closed for months.
How lovely. Say hi for me. Miss Alfredo on MyBloggers.
Give Jose a hug for me.
Your workers sound like legislators. The house looks great.
Although I was a cornetist in the Austin High School Girl's band, which went to all the H.S. football games, and played during half time and formed letters ... I never learned to understand the game. All the subtleties were lost on me. I am blessed that Ed's interest in the game is marginal.
I am a tomato junkie, and buy the vine riped ones in the market even though they are more expensive. My efforts to grow them failed miserably. Put me on your list. Ed bought a riding mower a few years back. It keeps needing repair. He is not using it at all and now we have a lawn service that mows and edges (an art). I'd like him to get rid of it because it takes up big space in the garage. I am thinking you need another dog. I know, it's work and can be expensive, but nothing works like a big kiss from a big dog to put things right. And it might take the edge off your loss although, in my experience, grief over a missing animal never ends. And Jose might perk up too. P.S. Is Laura happy in NYC? I can't imagine not. xx, T
Fashion wasn't even an issue when I was in school. You covered your body. Period. But I went to an inner city school and maybe that's the difference. Maybe you can arrange more doggie play dates for Jose. Life without a big dog, however, when you have had one, is a pretty lonely one.
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