Betsy's New Man

My wife has a new boyfriend. And if that wasn't enough, he's moved in! His name is Billy. She rescued him. Took three months, but she did it. He's been living here a couple months now, and is only just now approaching me. But he's crazy about Betsy.

Aggravation Into Energy

I have a couple of cats. They wake up about the same time every day and bug the shit out of me every morning. My wife wakes up earlier than I have been, and is usually the one that feeds them. I have decided to change things up in this new year. Instead of cussing at them and turning over and trying to go back to sleep, I have been arising when they stir and start their groundhog day-like each and every morning routine, feeding them, and going about the business of starting the day. I write each morning and enjoy some quiet, reflective time. This gets me out of bed earlier, and gives me more time to get the day going in a relaxed and poised manner. So, instead of getting pissed (angry, not drunk), I thank them for reminding me it's time to wake up and spend some time alone with my thoughts and to connect with the Great Spirit. So far, so good. Everybody's happy. Especially my wife. All this time I thought she liked getting up. I think she enjoys sleeping in just a bit better.

Goodnight, my lovely Willoughby

Our beloved 19 year old female cat, Willie, died this morning at about 11:40. She was a dear friend for a very long time, and she will be sorely missed. We were fortunate to have her for as long as we did. She started going downhill sharply a few days ago, and lost interest in eating, and became very weak. We had an appointment to take her to the vet on Monday, but she had a bad night and through the efforts of my Mother-in-Law we found a wonderful place that took us today. Despite my attempts to keep her hydrated, she was indeed dehydrated and had lost a lot of weight. Her body temperature was very low as well. The doctor told us that it was pretty much hopeless, and that it was a metabolic issue (kidneys, liver, etc), very common to older cats that live to this very old age. Her body was shutting down, and she was pretty much oblivious to everything.

She was put to sleep peacefully while Betsy and I were by her side, loving her and kissing her little head as she slipped away.

No more pain now, my little angel. You will never, ever be forgotten.

Goodbye darling Willie.