email me at lynx@lynxfeather.net
March 06, 2002
I've wasted too much time in getting
this up. Earlier
this week I sat with a friend as she held
her beloved cat as he died. Last year I sat
with Heather, I've lost my boy, and I
didn't even have a picture of him on the
net.
This afternoon, I sat in my bedroom in the
sunlight with my cats, and I realized it
was just the sort of day I would have
brought him out of his tank to bask in the
sun on the windowsill. Gagme should have
been tentatively gnawing on his tail today.
Instead, he is gone.
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history
I didn't grow up with animals. My
parents had an elderly poodle when I was
very young, and they bought a poodle puppy
when I was about 12. But Angel was really
their dog, not mine.
After I married my first husband, Eddy, I
decided I wanted a cat. I came home from
class one day in a fit of aggravation over
something, opened the door, slammed it
shut, and then turned around to see Eddy
holding this... little itty bitty raggedy
looking gray kitten that was half-wet from
a bath. I fell in love, and have stayed in
love ever since with my Gleep.
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