This post came at the … wrong time? Or maybe it is perfect timing. All I know is this cat was a part of my life for a long time. He is 13 years old and about 4 years ago he went to live with a family friend (at the time I was in an apartment that would only allow 3 cats… my ex had “custody” of the cat and when he died we had three cats then). She has taken great care of him and tonight my daughter called me with the news that he is nearing the end of his life. Through vet visits and time, he has been found to have kidney failure, a collapsed lung and most likely cancer (that caused the collapsed lung). The poor guy! Our friend is going to give him as much comfort as she can, but it won’t be for very long the vet said.
My daughter called him a demon cat… most likely because she played rough with him and he started to fight back. He was still a good cat with me. I remember that last year with him I had him “trained” to be a little toddler. I would stand and pat my thighs and he would stretch up my legs like a toddler wanting to be picked up. It was adorable!
I really wish our friend was closer. I would love to pet him one more time. But I know our friend will give him lots of love from us. This is one of my favorite pictures of him that they have sent us. He always did sleep in weird positions. Rest well sweet boy!
For Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #6 – pets
She was like a dream come true. I couldn’t have asked for better. My daughter was a happy baby, a curious child, an independent teen, and is a successful young woman. She is smart, kind and my friend. I couldn’t be prouder of her accomplishments – managing a coffee shop, planning a wedding and buying a house. She has found someone to share her life with her Dad would have approved of. And they do talk about having some grandchildren for me to spoil someday. She has a natural beauty I envy. She has the intelligence to work through problems with a level head. I may see her with a mother’s eyes, but she makes friends easily and is well liked by her staff. I would be lost without her in my life. Of course my grateful D is for daughter.
At one time he was her best friend. For a short time, they almost became lovers. But always they had a bond stronger than any family ties they could have had. As she drove on the highway headed into the mountains he was heavily on her mind. He had always promised to show her the mountain for the first time. He said he wanted to see her face when she drank in the majestic vision. I guess he was keeping his promise in a way. The only problem was she was going to say goodbye to him at his funeral.
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #29 (FFFC)
A Bing definition of heretic is “a person holding an opinion at odds with what is generally accepted.” I don’t really have anything to write about in that regard. I have down-to-earth friends that don’t really go against the grain too often. The closest thing to being at odds is my friend that, for reasons that escape me, voted for Trump. In our joint circle of friends, she is at odds with the opinions of most of us when it comes to him. She still believes he can help us. I am not so convinced and think we are headed so far backwards it is scary. The problem with counting her as a heretic is the fact that she is not alone in supporting him.
Please forgive my poor excuse for writing tonight. My heart hasn’t really been into much of anything lately as I deal with the loss of my Dad. I need to find a little joy somewhere and it just seems very far away now. As I have been working on this post though I did get a text from a dear friend. It makes my heart happy. So here is a little something to add to my mumbles tonight…
Old friends come to mind
As I drift through the night
Floating on dreams of yesterday
And wishing on tomorrows
A few encouraging words
And I take flight again
Flying over pain and heartache
To a happiness I have missed
For far too long
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – heretic
You gave me shelter
From the pain I was going through
I felt you would always be there
But once things calmed down
And the dust cleared you vanished
Silent, distant and unreachable
Maybe you thrive on the chaos
And must be the knight in shining armor
You will always have a place in my heart
For all the help and freedom you gave me
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – shelter