MY MEDIOCRE PAWS
Mediocre Stacy lost her beloved Mediocre cat, Paws, on April 15th. He was at my side, on my side, on my lap, under my feet, on my head, licking my armpits, chewing on my hair, puking on my carpet, for almost 16 years. There was no greater pet for this gal, and she suffered some very serious grief because of it. I’ll be back posting at some point. Losing a loved one, and yes a pet can be a loved one, makes you examine your life and how you want to spend it. I’m catching up on some work and some projects, but will return soon. Thanks for clicking on this site.
Already sent you a *hug* for your loss. Been a long time since I was that attached to a pet; I had to take the family dog to her final vet visit in the summer of ’77, after 15 years. We began as antagonists; in the last five years, we were, at home, best buds. That drive was hard enough; leaving her there, well…I’ve never forgotten.