Nami, our 13-year-old Bengal cat went missing in late July. She is an indoor cat with access to our backyard through the pet door, but our backyard is protected with The Cat Fence . (The current Cat Fence shown in the link looks like prison fencing; our 15-year-old […]
I’ve been thinking about Russell Sprout lately. (If you missed his passing, it is mentioned in an earlier post about loss in general, 8 Lessons about Letting Go.) He was pretty aloof most of the time, not what I expected. I’ve had such affectionate cats, that I didn’t […]
“Take risks. If you’re lucky you’ll be rich; if you aren’t you’ll be wise.” – Ancient Chinese Saying I was raised in a culture of risk avoidance, and I was well into my adulthood before a counselor suggested that I needed to learn how to take risks. Risk […]
I’m not very good of letting go of a good thing. If it’s good, I want to keep it, but sometimes it’s not my call. I’ve experienced a lot of loss this year; four of my pets have passed away and for each I’ve had to let go. […]
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Spotlight Thursday Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this…
I am back in a familiar place that I don’t want. I wrote in January about being on a Runaway Train that’s out of control. Now, I’m back on the train, and it’s picking up speed. We’ve already lost two of our family this year (Nutty and Jackson) […]
Our pets play and sleep with us. They comfort and love us, often for many years. We are often closer to them than to many of our human friends and family because they are always there, showing their love. (For example, see Tribble’s Job.) It doesn’t matter what […]
My favorite childhood books involved talking animals. That is, they had conversations with each other, not with people, but they had rich social lives and lived in harmony with their surroundings. The Mother Westwind Series by Thornton W. Burgess was a favorite, as was Winnie the Pooh, which […]
He invites me with a wiggle of his hips and the come-hither look in his eyes. As I near him, he stops and gives a sharp sound of delight. “Welcome to my garden,” he says, “thank you for tending it for me.” Russell Sprout was born feral and […]
Peace with My Life
