It struck me as I woke today: it is exactly a month since my cat Boots died.
I realize that she might not remember any more, but my little one (Squeaky. Little in size, not in age… she’s 14) has been sleeping all day now.
It struck me as I woke today: it is exactly a month since my cat Boots died.
I realize that she might not remember any more, but my little one (Squeaky. Little in size, not in age… she’s 14) has been sleeping all day now.
I haven’t been posting in some time. Sorry about that… my older cat (Boots) has been sick for several weeks with jaundice, caused by his liver shutting down.
I’ve been feeding him 4 times a day as a result, but I may be saying goodbye to him soon. He’s lived with me 12 of his 18 years. For a cat that’s a long time; for a human, not long enough.
Mind you, because of this, jazz and reality shows are far from my mind.
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