Well my goodness…where was I now? It’s been awhile. First thing I need to do is to apologize to my sweet nephew Little D. Turns out that the little germ factory was NOT responsible for my state of ill health a few weeks back. I had something completely different going on. Something that landed me in the ER and ran up a nice bill with lots of tests. I am feeling much much better now though.
Little Miss Sassy Pants celebrated her 8th birthday last week and had a little party at the bowling alley. Not much in the way of pictures as it was very crowded.
Happy Birthday to you!!
Little D. subsequently had his first bowling experience….
A little help from Sissy!
Valentines Day came and went. The day is bittersweet for me, as I lost the greatest love of my life last year on Valentines Day.
My Sweet TuffyBear!
But I made up my mind not to let the day get me down. I put together some treats for the little sweeties in my life and was so happy that I did. They loved them and it made me feel so much better. Mr W loved the firefly flashing toothbrush the most (and his Mickey and Donald cup. Little D. loved that he got a special treat. When I took out his Mater cup with his treats in it, his face lit up with a big smile and he said…It Mine? So cute.
You can either left life hold you down or move you forward. The choice is yours. Sometimes all it takes is a tiny step to get it going to. A day I could have spent feeling sorry for myself and wallowing in pity and depression became a day of smiles I will never forget.
This is my Little J. Isn’t he beautiful? He was born on July 4th 1993 and passed away on Labor Day of 2010. From the moment he was born, he was mine. He was meant to be mine. His parents belonged to my downstairs neighbor and Mama Kitty had her babies outdoors late at night. We searched and searched and finally found Little J and his sister Liberty Belle (Bella for short). Little J’s full name was Little Mister 4th Of July. When I picked up the babies from their hiding spot, I held them in my shirt. Bella stayed put, but Little J climbed up the front of my shirt, crying the whole time, put his head in the crook of my neck and fell asleep. He had chosen me. I didn’t know it until the next day but he had chosen me. You see, the woman who lived downstairs was breeding manx cats. His father was a beautiful Siamese-Manx. His coloring was buff and he had big beautiful blue eyes like the Siamese but his body shape was complete Manx. Big, hind legs longer than the front, short stub of a tail. His mother looked for the most part like Little J. A tiny little gray tuxedo tabby, rear legs slightly longer than the front, short nub for a tail. Little J had her beautiful markings, but he was a big manx shaped boy like his father. Except for one little detail. He was a genetic flaw. He had a tail. And that made him worthless to the owner. She was going to let him get big enough and then give him to her son to feed to his snake. I was mortified. The thought of that sweet little baby being raised for food sickened me. I told her that I would take him. I never regretted a day of it. For 17 years he was my best buddy. I loved that cat like he was my own child, and he was. He was my baby. The thursday before he died, he suffered a stroke. I wasn’t able to see his regular vet so we saw the associate. He told me that it was a minor stroke and he’d “probably” be ok. I knew the next day that the vet was wrong. Little J had been blinded by the stroke and was unable to calm down long enough to sleep. He kept wandering around the house, getting trapped in corners and unable to find his way out. On the following Monday, Labor Day, he started having a seizure. I knew what had to be done. It was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life up to that point. I held him in my arms, and as he took his last breath…he put his head in the crook of my neck and passed away. It ended, just as it had began. And for that I am eternally grateful, he gave me 17 years of joy and love. There is no price in the world you can put on that.