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.
It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order. – Ann Beattie Iâve been lodged on hangnail mode for months now, maybe since I was laid off. Part of me…
I had a good physical therapy session today. During my neck strengthening exercises I found the “sweet spot’, an exact position that, if I hold my neck in it, gets rid of all of the pain and most of the pins and needles. This is a major step – now that we’ve found the position…
I went looking for Hampster Dance tonight. My old link no longer worked. I found their new site easily enough … and then just kept going. Caution – all these load music. Do NOT listen to these from your work station unless you have earphones. No point in just turning the sound off, as you’ll…
Last night a spring on the garage door snapped, as did the eye hook it was attached to. The garage door fell and missed The Prof’s new car by inches. This morning I ran to Sears and Home Despot to get a new garage door opener, new springs and eye hooks for the garage door,…
I was asked how I knew what key words people were using when they found my diary through a search engine. The answer isn’t that complicated, but it does require a Site Meter to figure out. Other counters might give you this information as well, but I really only know Site Meter well. If you…
The Socialist phoned me again this morning, this time from Tennessee. It looks like he’ll be home by tomorrow. Sorry cats, but it looks like you’ll be kicked out of the bedroom after tonight. I suspect the Grey Menace is going to have her nose out of joint for a bit; she’d gotten used to…
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….