It seems like we just blinked and then our dog was old. Really. I mean she’s been slower for some time and gray around the muzzle and sleepier than usual but it seems like all of the sudden, in a literal blink of an eye her age caught up with her. A few nights ago …
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love. -Washington Irving. Lucy was born just north of the intersection of Main & Lowell streets in Manchester, …
I’m still missing her with my (not-so) whole anymore heart; my darling, little Lucy. I know she’s still here, only in another form and I miss saying hi to her.
I’m not so sure why I find it necessary to write and blog my year-in-review but after beginning the tradition last year, when I was searching my memory banks very hard for anything precious and good that had happened I realized just how gratifying this small cognitive act can be. Now that I am …
I am relaxing in a quiet, cozy home drinking a glass of nice wine (Rascal, a Pinot Noir from Oregon) and listening to Damien Rice. Lover is out for drinks with a friend and I am contemplating a eulogy for my carnival goldfish that lived for 7 full years. I won that damn goldfish at …
I’m not sure it’s right proper to say that this year totally blew, since you know, I’m alive and kicking and all, with a roof over my head and a heart that’s broken but still beating. So I’ll just say that I was not a fan of 2011, not one bit, no, not at all. …
You know, Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave. (Fried Green Tomatoes) Four months shy of her eighteenth birthday we said so long to our beloved kitty Gertrude. Gertrude was a beautiful, spunky, bright-eyed tortoiseshell cat-dog with just the right mix of ‘tortitude’, generous love and affection, a kitty …
“But I’d long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren’t guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.” — Sarah Dessen How ironic is it that the hardest decision we’ve had to make for our beloved Petunia is the kindest and most caring one …
I haven’t updated about Petunia in eons and I’d like to say that’s because she’s doing very well, which, I am happy to report, she is! I’ve also been über busy with everything else that’s going on, maybe they call that life? Whatever it is, I am most certainly grateful for it, for I know …
Petunia has been on the steroid prednisone since she was diagnosed with cancer on Monday. Her appetite has increased and she has a coy little tail swish going on. She also had her first chemotherapy appointment yesterday and all went well, she did great. They treated her with Vincristine, a broad spectrum chemotherapy drug. She …
everything lovely & good 