Friends, these last several months have been anything but easy for me.
I am having my own physical problems but they're the least of it right now.
As an only child, I am dealing with an elderly mother who fell, broke a hip, spent two months in hospitals and nursing homes and is now home but in need of daily attention.
Two months ago, on Memorial Day to be exact, we lost our beloved "million dollar kitty" - Carmella. After nearly 13 years of tender, loving care she looked at us with those eyes that said "Enough. I'm tired and I just can't go on."
Then this past Thursday we took my beloved Midnight in to the vet because she wasn't eating and had lost some weight. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't what we heard - late stage renal failure, numbers off the chart. We had to have her put down that evening. I'm a big strapping fella but I am having difficulty typing through the tears. Midnight was my baby!
I couldn't, we couldn't, face the prospects of coming home with an empty carrier for the second time in two months. They had some kittens there at the vet's office and we asked to see them. Through our tears we met and feel in love with this little lady. We brought her home and named her Ilsa. She is her own cat and we miss Carmella and Midnight enormously but Ilsa is helping us through this time.
And in short order, she has whipped the three ol' boys into order!
Say hello to Ilsa.






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