Grief

A Story About a Cat and a Dog

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Word of the Day Challenge: Magnanimous

 

This is my cat, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

He was born in Granite Falls, Washington in 1991

and he passed away in  during the last  week July of 2007.

The Universe took the time out of it’s big and important day to

take my cat. I was a little angry, to say the least.

My heart also shattered into a zillion pieces.

Seven years later, in the same small town blocks away from were Wolfie was born to

a family who never met or knew their neighbors who bred and raised Labradors,  my

dog Hamish Macbeth was

born on July 20th of  2014.

Hamish Macbeth
by P.C. Knapp

Sometimes the Universe does some pulls some pathetic stunts and sometimes it seems

like it’s trying to make up for it’s mindless gestures.

My heart did shatter into a zillion pieces when Wolife died  and parts of it are still gone,

but I think Wolfie

came into my life for a reason…

and so  did Hamish Macbeth and I think they both had a little help in finding their way

to me.

Thank you Universe.

amm

( Below baby pictures of Wolfie and Hamish, former residents of Granite Falls, Washington

Wolfie aged about 10 weeks old 1991

Hamish Macbeth 2014
by: A.M. Moscoso
aged 10 weeks old

Low Note

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RIP

Les K Lee

You were a good man

and a Hell of a musician

1962-2019

amm

Goodnight My Micey

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My little Shadow and Hamish Macbeth’s big brother, Micey, died today.

Micey was 16 years old and also leaves behind his brother Darwin who is also 16.

Darwin and Micey were litter mates and have never been without each other.

We love your My Mice.

Mommy.

The End

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Over the weekend I found out my little sister’s friend was murdered by her husband in a domestic violence murder /suicide incident.

My Sister and her friend grew up together and moved to Hawaii after they graduated from High school. They were spirited, rebellious girls I’m glad to share here.

They smoked, loved Prince,went dancing every weekend and destroyed the Ozone with all of that hairspray they used to wear. They also lived with me for awhile and I will give them this, I think they were a little afraid of me but not so afraid they weren’t afraid to use my I.D. and they figured out how to use my clothes and put them back the way they found them.

The thing was, they were so paranoid I’d figure it out they use to wash and fold all the clothes around the stuff they wore so the upshot was I hardly ever had to do laundry.

It was awesome.

All of my sister’s friends from that time have a special place in my heart- they made me laugh at a time where I didn’t do much of that.

So to think that one of the girls left this world fighting for her life I can’t help but to feel angry.

Filled with rage is probably a better description.

But I take comfort from the simple fact that  for as much as I believe in a Heaven, I believe in a Hell too and I’m sure there is enough room there for one more damned soul.

amm