Despite the weekend's bout of nightmares and the family dog dying
(and despite my mother crying on the phone to me, saying she thought
I was dead because I didn't reply to her text within 24 hours) I feel ok today.
Thank you to everyone who sent me hugs on Facebook ♥
I call him 'the family dog' because my parents basically shared him
with my brother's busy family, having been neighbors for many years.
Having two cats and living in another town, me and my man were not
as close to the big fuzzy boy as the rest, but he was a total sweetheart.
He died from acute pneumonia, 36 hours after starting to show symptoms.
His lungs were probably older than he appeared. He was 10 years old.
I have wanted a dog of my own for a long time. If it weren't for my cat lady
I would have a cute little pit-bull by now (my favorite dog). I think our
boy cat would come around to a puppy, just as he comes around to
any cat or human pretty quickly. But my girl kitty would probably leave,
and that would break my heart. She is 14-15 years old and my first cat,
and therefore she gets as much say in the matter as us humans do.
But in the future I see myself the mommy of a big mixed furry family,
who all love and play with each other.
My girl kitty sleeping on my clothes.