Month: March 2025

“There’s no competition.”

“If I’m locked down into myself while moving about, at least I can move through creativity.”

“Today is Monday.

I have a client.

I need to do income-generating paperwork.

I need to reapply for music technology education.

And Youngling and I’ve planned an outing.

But I’m dragging, and the injuries aren’t helping.”

“They’d lived with us in different homes; enclosed in a tent; they’d been in a barn; they’d been in an indoor cattery, a garden cattery, and indoors with a front porch outlet protected by chain link fence panels to keep us all from being eaten by a passing mountain lion.

For several months, they were even living in and out of their carrier boxes in shifts while the four cats, two dogs, a fish, a gecko, two plants, and two overworked, stressed out humans rented a double-queen hotel room.

They’d adapted, molded, bent, and even folded into carriers, under blankets, up bookshelves and shoulders, onto our laps, and lying next to our bodies and/or partialy onto our faces.

They drove me crazy because like four more children, they were often going in opposite directions getting into things, and as a single mom, I was always near-breaking overstimed from managing everything.

It’s just heartwrenching that after all of the struggles and finally getting us to a place that has felt like home again, three so far have had to suddenly leave us.

At least they had the best lives we could give them and Youngling got to keep growing up with them.

And for as task-keeping tough as I was with everybody, they all knew they could count on me, and that underneath my frazzled worry, they were deeply loved and wanted.”

“They are more than animals: they become kindred spirits, extended family.

Each with their own being’s personality and way of  playful interacting, loving, caring, supporting, sharing, and living life as a modeling philosophy.

Our three cats that suddenly went “sick,” roughly one after the other, had been with us through good and tough tines for around fourteen years

One…two…three – out the door – and now, our wolf  steps up by going blind and a mass just found under her liver.

This is just too much rapid loss of sweet, cantankerous beloveds who’ve been dear.”

“When she passed and her spirit left her material form, it was terrible to see how ravaged her body had become.

We’d been such a team, she and I with Youngling and the critter gang as we all kept troubleshooting how to keep her alive and thriving.

She was always eager, always positive, always craving life – no matter her crooked spine which I kept helping ease back into place, or her jaw which was shifting and swelling.

Signs came this last week that the mass must have erupted internally, and then last night and this morning, her will was having to yield to her heart and lungs flooding.

It was difficult to make the decision to help her let go, but as soon as the doctor began with sedative, she relaxed into conked-out deep sleeping purring.

She had been so tired, it turns out, and so brave and determined to keep enduring – never complaining, though she had had every reason to.

She just kept searching for the sunshine.”

“Going through motions.”

‘Cause

But devastated.

“Our B.R. needs to be helped to pass.”