Over the years we’ve both shared the loss of two immediate family members, two corgis, a senior chihuahua, one cairn terrier and a hospice cat.
My boy Tuck’s definitely not a kid, but his exact age is unknown.
Tuck was found 11 years ago as a stray traveling country lanes in Missouri,
not too far from a puppy mill.
The pads on his little feet were worn down from his life on the road.
“Probably dumped because he was no longer useful as a breeding dog,” my kindly vet had speculated back then, shaking his head
I’m seeing more gray hairs now framing Tuck’s face with eyes increasingly cloudy as he sits next to me this morning.
Just where he’s chosen to be.
After all, Tuck’s always been my loyal little lieutenant.
He’s also been my anchor in an often stormy sea the last decade.
They’ll likely be a sunset before too long when I’ll have to lift that anchor and finally set Tucker free.
But in the meantime, I’ll be celebrating this courageous and constant companion and the great comfort he’s always given me.
It seems this senior pup finally found his purpose.
How lucky am I?
On this National Pet Day, many of us celebrate the four legged friends at our side.
But I honor as well those specials souls who have moved on, yet will remain in my heart forever.
Monday morning blues.
With fresh snow they choose to snooze.
Dreaming spring might come.
My senior cat is full of grace.
It’s in her smile.
It’s on her face.
She’s made her peace with days gone wrong.
It’s in her purrs.
Each one a song.
It’s been over a month now since Misty first joined me.
As she’d seen plenty of disappointment in her first four years of life, it was no surprise that trust was a challenge for her. https://quiltofmissingmemories.wordpress.com/2018/02/21/take-a-chance-on-me/
Misty had lived in two different homes previously, and had experienced a couple of long shelter stays as well.
Yet she’s a quite a resilient little girl. Instead of hiding under my tables, she now jumps up into my arms when I open the door after work.
I’ve also found Misty to be clean and neat.
And very sweet.
I’m thinking this third chance at a home has definitely been a charm.
I do know for sure that Misty clearly is.
I see such grace upon each face.
Some always get along.
They sing with purrs, in snores, the cure!
Peace, such a blessed song.
Winter’s white is quite the fright as we look out the door.
I’ve had had the flu. That made us blue.
I just can’t take much more!