Seventeen’s a good number. She almost made it to her Gotcha Day, March 10. I would’ve had her for 17 years. As I’m writing this, she is sleeping by the sliding door with her head resting on her water bowl, too tired to finish drinking. I watch her chest rise and fall with every breath,
There’s a huge time gap that’s mostly because I get stumped on how to continue. It turns into analysis paralysis and then… nothing. Good ol’ nothingness. That dreamy state where you can’t do something wrong if you don’t attempt it. The blissful void where you can’t worry about something if you don’t think about it.
My girl cat, Mina, has very expressive meows. It was a big contrast to our boy cat, Marcus, who we kidded had only one meow that he used louder or softer. She has her sweet, innocent meows that she rarely uses any more in her old age. Her demanding, “Turn on the faucet so I
There have been 4 thunderstorms this week and it’s been dreadful. Not for me, mind you, although I did wake up once in the middle of the night because it was so loud. But, it’s horrible for my poor dog, Hailey. She’s scared of loud noises, be it fireworks, gun shots, trains, big trucks, small
That’s my girl on the right. Her name is Hailey. Her mom, Besse, is on the chair and one of her sisters, Kayrageous, is on the left. Some thoughts on this picture: serene, poised, stoic sentinels, carefree matriarch, picturesque background. One might think it must’ve taken several minutes to position them and capture just the