I feel a little stunned and the back of my eyes and head hurt while my heart aches. Missy would have turned 17 years old this Summer which is 84 years old in human years.
She was a happy cat, a trooper, and travelled and lived from one coast of Canada to the other with me. She saw me through two major surgeries, marriage, divorce, addiction, and too many parties and both good and bad times to count. She always purred when you patted her and rolled onto her back for you to rub her belly. Missy loved when I whistled The Andy Grifith tune to her. She used to spend hours outside on decks and rooftops, catching moths at dusk or licking dew off of leaves in the garden. She was a great furry companion.
She is survived by Little Orange, her adoptive son, and Skulley, her stepsister and predeceased by Cat McGandy.
I miss her so much right now. It was agonizing taking her to the veterinary clinic this afternoon to euthanize. She lost the ability to walk this morning and would not eat or drink anymore. Her heart was failing and I couldn’t bear to watch her suffer any longer.
I love you Missy. You are truly missed and will never far from my thoughts.
I don’t see dead people but I’ve certainly been seeing my share of dead birds lately. This latest pigeon was bludgeoned in the Woodlawn Schoolyard off Westmorland Road this past Sunday evening on April 29th.
At first I thought it was just a bunch of feathers strewn across the green but upon closer inspection the carcass was fresh and dripping with blood. My co-walker and myself were certainly grossed out as I kneeled to get a closer look.
I think the stray cats or hawks or eagles in the neighborhood are attacking!
On a brighter note… the grass is certainly growing green on this side these days!
I walked into the kitchen to wash my hands and met a ghastly hilarious sink filled with smelt. It took me by surprise. I stepped back, laughed and walked to the bathroom to wash there instead.
My uncle had been ice fishing for smelt and Mom was thawing out the frozen fish for cleaning, then cooking.
Later that night (last night) I attended a party at my brother‘s place. I was holding onto optimism that sales would increase this coming week and decided to leave my laptop, business and ideas at home so that I could relax, have a few drinks and hang out with great people, some of whom, I’ve known since early childhood.
A few hours into the party I secured a small design contract and a babysitting job.
Up until last Friday she had been living on her own. I miss her to pieces right now. We often joked about life, about love and about religion. She had a beautiful aura surrounding her everyday.
Oh, she could make me smile.
This is she and I in the photographs. They were taken by my mother in July of 2007. The one below I snapped on boxing day, 2007. She is so beautiful.
I remember being nine years old and staying overnight at her home. The next day we awoke and decided to go shopping. Grammie asked if I wanted to get my ears pierced. I said “Yes!”. We went together to the beauty salon and I winced as the esthetician stuck my first ear then the other, piercing them with little topaz gems embedded in gold studs. I was ecstatic.
I held my grandmothers hand last night while stroking her face and hair.
I love you Grammie.
Edith Keary – Age 93
Born – December 25, 1914
Died – February 02, 2008
The phone just rang. I answered. It was an acquaintance of my Dad’s. He says to me “Little Brian died.” I said I’d let my Dad know. Then I asked who Little Brian was. “Is he the Brian with the beard who worked with my Dad sometimes at the building? The man replied “yes”. I said I know Brian. He and my Dad are great friends. My chest heaved.
He went on explaining how he had been found in his room, that he had been dead for four or five days before they found him.
Brian didn’t have many people in his life. He had his drinking buddies. He had my Dad. Last month Brian had lost so much weight. The doctors hadn’t given him his prescription for Ensure. He had been starving. My Dad fed him. Ah my Dad is going to be so sad. He drove Brian a couple of weeks ago to the doctor to get that damn prescription and then drove him to the druggist to fill the prescription written for six cases of Ensure. Brian had trouble eating and only had one lung. He was an alcoholic.
I know what it feels like to be hungry and not be able to eat normal foods from having Chron’s disease 10 years ago and from recovering from addiction 2 years ago. And the only damn thing that you can keep down is Ensure.
I miss Brian now. My Dad is going to be heartbrokenâ€¦ They got together once or twice a week to work or go yardsalin’.
Wherever you are Brian you will remembered for your laughter, smile and frank eccentric way of living. The Doyle’s love you.
Been witting writing around the blogosphere much of late. It has been fun. I feel like I am back from something but am not sure what I am back from. Maybe a true vacation, combined with a little trust and spiced with emotion! I feel scandalous. I like that word scandalous. I don’t think of it as a negative word. It is more like a rollarcoaster of events that leads one to where she is now. That is what scandalous means. Yeah! And how can being happy be considered bad? I, Jessica Doyle am happy