Yesterday was a very hard day. My daughter-in-law took Patch and I down to the emergency animal hospital in Delaware because my kitty wasn't doing very well. Earlier this week, my kitty Patch had slowly not eaten since Monday. For the last four months his weight had dropped, even though he was eating very good. I tried in vain with different methods of bulking him up. Even his water intake was normal an d his stools looked healthy. So wasn't overly concerned because his was an old kitty. This week changed, he decreased his eating and drinking habits and his skin started to turn yellow, almost indicating liver failure. Through it all, he remain his loving self. These past two months has be awful, just on January 3rd , my beloved little dog, Scooter died at the age of 12 from congestive heart failure. Now almost to the date, I had to make the tough decision of putting Patch to sleep so he wouldn't be suffering in his last days. It has always been such a tough thin...
When I was young , I still had my grandma Havens and my great grandma McDonnell. My great grandpa McDonnell died before I was born. My mom was a teenager then. So my great grandma had been a widow for many years by the time I was a youngster. I can remember visiting her house on 521, it was a pretty modest home but she always keep the front room sealed off as if there was a part of her that she had hidden away. My husband died in 2007 and I never remarried, the last couple of years, seeking romance seemed to have dwindled til it just seems like it has vanished from within myself. I thought about great grandma old house and how it's similar to what I am feeling now. It's like five rooms remain open in how I relate to people, The mom room The sister room The aunt room The daughter room And finally , The cousin room. I guess my work being outside , would be ...
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