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.
“One is never sure, watching two cats washing each other, whether it’s affection, the taste or a trial run for the jugular.” -Helen Thomson Well, I am apparently going to Nashville. I pushed the main office on Friday, asking where my hotel confirmation was. And Lo! There it was in my in-bin, yesterday morning. This…
I had my final Latin class last night. It’s a case of “I’m going to miss it, but I’m glad it’s over.” There were three students there last night, down from nine – 66% attrition rate. The course was very much what I expected, but I think some of the other students who took it…
Life’s little ironies … I get busy at work, and suddenly there’s very little of interest to write about. The Professor is attempting to “normalize” his schedule (as he puts it) yet again. Tonight he won’t be going to bed until around 6:00. At this rate, he’ll be normalized just in time to return to…
Until this morning I honestly thought that I’d never had chicken pox. My two sisters had, but I knew that somehow I’d miraculously escaped. My mother put it down to the good quarantine protocols she’d set in place when my two sisters contracted the pox. It would seem that I was working under a bit…
I welcomed in the New Year with continued dysentery the color and consistency of split pea soup. The Prof has suggested I rename this journal to “Salamander’s Diarya” (say it out loud if you don’t get the joke). Several doses of Imodium later (taken as directed, one after each bowel movement, not to exceed four…
So here I sit, feeling sorry for myself, when my station plays a song I haven’t heard for many years. I may not believe in God, but there are uncanny coincidences in our lives. Some of those pick you up and shake you by the shoulders at just the right time. When I went out…
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….