Skip to main content

Until we meet again

Mitzi died this morning. She looked so worn out this morning, not eating, not wanting to walk very far. So I took her to the vet’s and she died with me stroking her and telling her I loved her.  It hurts of course because there was no way to know for sure it was what Mitzi wanted, but I felt at peace that, as much as I could know, it was indeed what Mitzi wanted. She was tired and in discomfort. I will miss her so very much.









Comments

  1. DawnMarch 27, 2022 at 6:25 AM

    So sorry.

    ReplyDelete
  2. OneKidsMomApril 7, 2022 at 6:18 AM

    They know when it's time. And having you there and stroking her and assuring her of love I'm sure helped her passing be more gentle.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

There's got to be a morning after

And today is the fourth "morning after", with each "night before" a little easier, a little more "make the best of it but take care of yourself." Before I move back to writing this memoir style blog--going to continue with the South Africa trip of 1977--I feel I would be shrinking if I didn't say something about how I feel about this week's US election. As of this writing, Saturday, Arizona still hasn’t finished its count—the GOP did a great job of preventing the mail-in vote for being counted early and messing up the ability to use the machines—so I still don’t know if we are going to be saddled with the odious Kari Lake or whether the House is going to be Republican too. Still, it’s becoming more “academic” than visceral for me, if you know what I mean. Necesitamos avanzar. Sera dificil, sabiendo que muchos, especialmente aqui donde vivo, creen en los planes de Trump y Vance. (I have been practicing Spanish in preparation for a 10-day December cr...
2 comments
Read more

January 2024 and blogging

  I haven't posted on my blog for a long time. Partly that was due to not knowing what to write about and partly it was wondering if I wanted to put myself "out there" anymore. And in what way. I subscribe to a few blogs on Substack, which is a subscription-based blog. You can pay to have your own blog, you can pay for someone else's blog, and that means you get to write and post and get comments back from a whole lot of people. You can comment on other people's blogs--if you pay--or else you can just read the blog and not pay. Of course you might miss some of the "pay only" content--much like modern news media has teaser stuff but to read the whole article, you have to pay for a subscription. The Substack blogs cover all kinds of topics and there are a few "professional" writers--meaning they're journalists and writers who have published and been paid larger bucks than the $5 a month they get per subscription on Substack--but I think most ...
12 comments
Read more

Strange

Posting after a long time ;) Here goes: People Are Strange  Songwriters: Jim Morrison / John Paul Densmore / Robert A Krieger / Raymond D Manzarek People Are Strange lyrics © Doors Music Co., Doors Music Company People are strange When you're a stranger Faces look ugly When you're alone Women seem wicked When you're unwanted Streets are uneven When you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange   This morning I re-read a journal entry I’d made a few years ago, where I answered the question “What’s one of the strangest things that’s ever happened to you?” I won’t repeat my answer here, good though it was [smile]. Instead I want to reflect on the word “strange” and its meanings. I looked at two meanings: one, “unusual or surprising in a way that is unsettling or hard to understand.” And the second, “not previously visited, seen, or enc...
Post a Comment
Read more