As you can probably guess, my world has been shaken up pretty bad lately. Not that I’m giving up. I never do. I always cling to shadows of hope, and right now, I’ve got reason to believe things will work out in the end, if one of us doesn’t die of a heart attack soon.
But I had to laugh today because I realized I’m making a lot of kind of important decisions based on
my pets. Last year, because I was so sad about the last of my kids moving out, Chef and my brother Ernie gave me two little kittens, who are now grown, but just as important to me as they were last year. I’ve decided I can’t move back to Texas because I can’t get rid of my two old dogs and my two young cats. The dogs are my kids’ pets from when they were still children and I’d sooner part with one of my limbs than them, and the cats follow me around like I have all the answers to life. No way I’m giving that up either.
So, no Texas. I have to make it work here, for my pets.
I think I’ve finally lost my mind… 🙂