I keep talking to Sparky but he's not here anymore. More like muttering, actually, don't want to upset Jim who is mourning grievously. The litter box cleaned and washed, put away; food and water bowl sequestered in a cupboard, cat door secured, toys gathered up, hearts broken still.
Thank you all for your loving condolence posts, much appreciated. And, Katharine Weber, our next cat damn well will be immortal.
Nevertheless we fly to Fiji in nine days and I must turn my attention to preparing for the trip although I am not much in the mood. Shan't be sweating much the packing this time around -- linen pants, shorts, t-shirts, swim gear, sun screen, meds = good to go. It WILL be good to have a tropical break and be far away from our new home. We always are soothed by the sea and tropic breezes, and renewed by immersing ourselves in mother ocean.
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