Cats
Today is the 2nd anniversary of the day my poor sweet beast died, or rather, that we put her out of her misery. That’s a lot more complicated to say than, simply, it’s her jahrzeit.
Kina in the Garden
When I was walking home this evening, who should run out and greet me but the elusive Buddy (aka Snowball aka Princess). I have seen him maybe once or twice in the last six months (there’s been construction nearby, and I figure he’s just been hiding and keeping a low profile).
He got his petting and I got my temporary pet.
In response to an email: she was 14 years old, and had numerous tumors. One was preventing her from eating, which had previously been one of her favorite activities.
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