Desiderius Price

That was me, trying to convince myself to do the right thing, mission failed, the cookies got devoured.  TBH, I don’t make them all too often, so not a huge deal (aside from my doctor saying otherwise if I told her).

Adulthood is knowing whatever you stick into your gullet when you wake is breakfast.

Adulthood is also being on medications which force you to wait at least 30 minutes between waking up and having breakfast

Final goodbye is always the bit that sucks.  I know, he couldn’t move without it hurting, and it was only going to get worse; nothing short of torture would delay the inevitable.  No, it was time to let go, let him join his brothers & sister(s) across the rainbow bridge.

Of the original six in the litter, I finalized on the three brothers after two sisters were adopted out and a third sister was killed in the road at a very young age.  I’ve not kept track of those two sisters, so they might still be alive, but also possible they have the kidney disease too.

so sorry for your loss Des. Hes in a better place now! *hugs*

It’s the little things that one starts to really miss.  Going into the bedroom, still expecting him to be on the bed or in the laundry.  Or, wanting to go to the back door to see if he’s on the deck waiting to be let inside (I never installed a cat door).  Or, even him knocking my chair’s lever so it’s locked back into it upright position.