We got sad news the other day. Our dog Bocci, who had retired to the country with my parents passed away quietly in her sleep. She was almost 12 years old and dearly loved by all of us. It's been a quiet week among the family. Even the cats seemed to notice. We are not alone though we do have our kitten heads below.
The caramel and brown torte is the elusive Bailey, named so because my husband said she looked like the Irish creme he likes to put in his coffee. She is rather anti-social, but since we got word of Bocci's death shes been oddly affectionate. Well..for her. She allows us to stroke her back or tail as she goes by, or might even approach once in awhile before dissapearing to one of her favorite hiding spots. Shes bigger than our marmalade kitty Ottis.
He is mischief on wheels that one, sitting beside me on the desk now to make sure I spell his name correctly and do not misquote him.
So though we are sad we are not without love. An aloof, feline love. A "when I want something, or need something or hey....are you sad?" kind of love but I suppose we will take what we can get and like it, right?
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