W.P. 1991?-2011
Three of us went to the vet clinic tonight. Two of us came home, leaving a large piece of our hearts behind.
Sometimes doing the right thing hurts like hell.
Three of us went to the vet clinic tonight. Two of us came home, leaving a large piece of our hearts behind.
Sometimes doing the right thing hurts like hell.
Went to bed early tonight, even by my standards. But even going to bed at 8:00 p.m. wasn’t going to save me – the pain in my side had me well awake and up at midnight. I attempted to pretend I could get back to sleep for another forty-five minutes, but when it became obvious…
Too little time to do it in. Presents got wrapped last night. Laundry got done. But I didn’t get close to organizing the stuff I need to pack. The pile of bills still stares at me accusingly from my desk. I’m nearly ready for an official panic, except that I’m too busy to find time…
Saw this in Moonridden’s diary. Being the test taking sucker I am, I went to the site straight-away. Turns out that, like MR, I too am David. Bummer. I really, really, really wanted to be Robot from Lost in Space. Or maybe Orac from Blake’s Seven. He was obnoxious, but at least he had attitude.
I get sidetracked more easily than a Conrail freight train making local deliveries. I originally wanted to title this entry “Living in Interesting Times”. I think that may be too long for the display, though, so I haven’t made up my mind if I’m going to truncate it to “Interesting Times” or not. Maybe I’ll…
Runny nose, painful sinuses, chills, current temp 100.8° F. I stayed home from work, but I have my first writing class tonight, and I don’t want to miss that. Damn. I’ve got a nasty feeling that I’ve now used up too many of my days off to be able to go to California in August.
Crud, crud, crud. The Socialist is on the mend. His cold, realizing that it was being evicted from his nasal passages, has discovered a sweet new little hideaway: my nasal passages. That’s right. I’m sick. It’s the sore throat, runny nose, feel like crap fun and games that I’ll bet hangs on forever. I am…
Oh yes it does â¦
hurt like hell.
I’m so sorry.
Oh no, poor WP. And poor Salamander and Prof. Thinking of you all 🙁
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I’m so sorry. She’ll leave a huge gap.
WP had such presence that I feel as if I knew her, even though I never had the privilege of being subjected to her steely gaze.
Please pass on my condolences to the Professor, the one member of your family whom I’ve been lucky enough to meet in person.
Oh, I’m so, so sorry. My condolences to you and especially to the Professor, as he was her human "slave." I’m sure she will be sorely missed. Please give him a hug for me.
I’m so sorry to hear this. Condolences and ((hugs)) to you both. You guys gave her a wonderful life, I know.
I’m so sorry.
We are so sorry! She was some cat. You must feel such a void. Twenty years is a long time. She obviously had the best of slaves. Hubby says, "Tell her I’m sorry to hear it, and I can sympathize with the loss of their pet very deeply."
I think I just saw him wiping his eyes.
I’m so sorry but you’ve given her the best gift by letting her go before she really suffered. Were I a cat you’d be my choice in a human.
So sorry for you and the prof. one of the hardest thing you can have to do.
So sorry….