It was a tough day today emotionally. First, astonishment and then anger and disgust: learning about "Harry" stealing the blog site of lene's beautiful and creative blog, Leaning Birch; concern and caring for Cindy of Woodsong and her beloved shorthair pointer Phoebe's setback after her surgery - temporary, but still very worrying and wearing for Cindy; sympathy and condolences to Clare at The House & Other Arctic Musings who lost a good friend at way too early an age from a mysterious malady. Our own email brought news of another friend gone - a funloving, gentle and loving man who succumbed to a degenerative nerve disease. All in all, life seemed pretty unfair.
As I was going to bed, I looked up at my photo wall and saw two friends from the past. Tigger and Whispy were our first cats and our dear companions. Seeing them brought back sweet, sweet memories of how good life can be. They've been gone for over forty-five years, but we still recall with love and delight their adventures in our New York City loft
and their wonderment as these city-bred cats explored the woods and countryside when we moved to southern Connecticut.