My ends are
pretty loose in this run up to the next hearing. Flipping my calendar pages to find something
else I realized the magistrate also set a trial date, if needed, for March 21st. I’m visualizing not needing that one!
Ann emailed
yesterday to let me know they lost Bandit.
He flashed across my mind this morning, thumping along on three legs,
shoulder to shoulder with Herman. Well,
shoulder to kneecap, Herman hopping up and down to shout in Bandit’s ear. They
knew each other only briefly at Ann’s, but they were vivid in my mind’s eye
this morning.
January has
been tough on pets. We lost Jan’s buddy
Ryon on the Sunday of Epiphany. I wonder
about him, too. He did not leave the basket
on my dresser if there were strangers in the house or too many feet on the
floor. The grandkids would crowd into my
closet to entice him out of the basket.
That Sunday he was napping on the sofa.
Jan looked up when she heard his claws unhook from the fabric. Ryon rolled over and was dead. Heart attack?
Stroke? Aneurism? He got a brand new pillowcase and is buried
in the cat graveyard.
Toby kitty
took a few days, but has settled into being the number one indoor cat. Purrl only knows there is one less cat
accosting him at the door.
I just hate
snow!
On the other
hand, I don’t go out in it, and it is lovely falling down so.
Always a heartbreak to lose a pet.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for your loss, Joanne. Good that you still have Toby to hug.
ReplyDeleteWe don't have pets now... my last heartache was 2001 when KC died. I think it's that they expect so little in return for all the love they give you... we should all be so lucky to have those kind of relationships.....
ReplyDeletePets fill your heart and then break them. Their lives are too short.
ReplyDeleteLives--human or pets--are too short. We have to fill what we have with love.
ReplyDeleteSnow is nice and wonderful only if you don't have to go out in it.
ReplyDeleteMy cat Snuffy was buried in a blue pillow case over in the wooded lot. It seems like the proper shroud for a kitty.
ReplyDeletePoor Toby does look a little lost.
ReplyDeleteThey had good lives - with your friend, and with your sister and you. It's hard when they're gone, though.
ReplyDeleteToby looks a little lonely up on his perch.
ReplyDeleteYou'll have to give him extra cuddles.
Nice to look at not so nice to shovel, sad about the loss of pets, and sad about the birds and animals having to withstand all that cold out of doors.
ReplyDeletePoor Ryon... I went back to your link and admired him squished in his basket. A sweetie, to be sure. ox
ReplyDeletePets are members of our families; we mourn when they pass, just like we would for a person. So sorry...
ReplyDeleteTerrible to lose a pet. They become part of the family so easily.
ReplyDeletePets become family and I dread dread losing one. Hugs for you Jo. I am wishing you some of our sunny warmth. I have been outside gardening (now my back hurts but love it still).
ReplyDeleteOnly pet owners know what a pull losing a pet actually is x
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