Lost

I haven't been on for awhile.  I have lost three of my best friends.  I lost Spats and Van within a week of each other.  They were 16.  They were with me from birth and they had a wonderful life.  But that does not make it any easier.  Since their passing, I have inherited my granddaughter's mottled tortiseshell calico.  She could not get along with the other three cats at my son's house.  They others were continually picking on her.  Well, she fits right in here.

Then about three weeks ago, I let Missy go.  She was 18 and she was so tired.  She had been with me since she was 1 year old.  She ate every pet pillow I tried to give her and every pillow that I got for the other dogs as well.  She ate the sheetrock in my dining room.  She dug a 3 ft deep hole in the back yard along with many, many smaller holes.  I have to cut the dog yard with my weedeater because of the uneven terrain that she left me.  And yes, I do miss her terribly.

Duncan is showing signs of aging.  He is blind and mostly deaf.  He has a hear murmer.  And I don't have a clue as to how old he is.  I would guess around 15.  So I have Jock who is 10 and doing great, Honey who is  18 months and is the energizer bunny on steroids.  And Picasso.  He is the last of Sallie's kittens and brother to Van and Spats.  And he is 17.  But he is in good health.  My household is shrinking.  And I miss all of them.