Moxie lost Bentley last night.
My best buddy Bentley died last night at the age of 14 yrs 8 months, sitting by my side.
You were there for Bentley.
I still feel the pain of hearing Piper's "Where's Daddy?" call from the other side of the door, down there in the animal hospital overnight emergency room and not staying, the phone ringing two hours later to let me know that we wouldn't be going back to check her into the day clinic.
The worst betrayal possible, I suppose not being there.
Then again, Edloe died in Gina's arms as we were rushing to the emergency room, didn't even get around the corner, and that wasn't exactly a thrilling experience, either.
Anybody have a third option? Cats living as long as their people? Cats not dying at all?
Put me down on the mailing list for the announcement.
You know, Thanksgiving is right around the corner.
I won't be cooking turkey. Nobody to throw the turkey bits to and watch chase after them in a furry flash, snatching them up while the other cats sit stupefied at the spectacle.
Maybe I'll fast, taking the day off and remembering.
Ore I might just cook harm. Or grill some salmon that Nardo and Frisky like.
I won't be eating much of it.
Well, maybe the garlic-rosemary mashed potatoes.
Strange, how I like those so much, and I only cook them once a year.
Maybe that's why I like them so much?
ALSO:
Steve contemplates the shallow crowd, waiting for Dennis.
After my checking via IM, Steve says Aaron came through with, quite possibly, the best Lebowski reference of the year.
For those of you unfamiliar with the Preludes album by (Warren/Jordan) Zevon, the title is from the end of Empty Hearted Town.
Y'all should know by now that when a title appears to make no sense, turn to Waits or Zevon for the context.
Comments (1)
Really so sorry for the loss of your friend! We know how that feels...
Posted by Donna | November 11, 2007 7:43 AM
Posted on November 11, 2007 07:43