Briefly They Touch Our Lives

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The other day, I used the random word “intense” to describe the kitten at play. One of my fellow bloggers, Random Thoughts From Midlife, asked where the kitten went to when I said he was gone.  I realize that I was not very clear in my post.

The kitten died last year, at the age of nine from kidney failure. In hindsight, he’d been in failing health for a while, but by the time I realized it, he was too far gone. I had three Siamese cats once upon a time, now I have none.

I loved my Siamese cats, but they were cunning, manipulative, extremely vocal, and loved me fiercely, to the point that they made is clear my favorite boy toy was really not wanted in their world. All three were smart to a fault.  If we locked things up, they dug them out, from opening up drawers and doors to unzipping duffle bags.  Nothing was safe from their devious little minds.

As an adult, when my first cat died, I was devastated. I thought it was the end of the world. It took a while before I adopted another one. I thought long and hard about it before realizing that I could love again, the new pet would not be the same as the old pet, and that loss was inevitable.

They touch our lives briefly, then they are gone. Already the three dogs are gray. Each has health issues, although nothing life threatening (as yet). I will miss them too when they are gone. But life will go on and I will love again.

Before this gets too weepy, here is today’s picture. It shows what happens when it’s hot and humid out and the morning gets spent racing wildly around the yard, barking at everything and everyone. Your momma eventually comes to check to see if your are dead or merely appear to be dead.

Word for tomorrow – HEALTH.  If you prefer to work ahead, see the list for the week under “A Word A Day”.

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