Epilogue/Requirem for Timmy
Timmy was put to sleep at 1 or 2 o'clock. I will never forget how long I had to wait for Mum to come home from the vets, it was ever so long. Timmy really did look peaceful. I found that he had a kidney disease (no wonder he had been vomiting!). Gave Mum and Robert big hugs and put the flowers on. Robert dug the grave. It will be very strange going out there near the camellia tree and not seeing Timmy.
Indeed I was haunted when I looked near the fire. Usually he would have been there taking the heat. He needed a lot of heat lately because of his condition, he needed the heaters in my room. Always mum was asking if he had been in there. Yesterday I said no. This was the same yesterday he couldn't walk but a few hours later. I suppose he was on the bed.
I have not described Timmy very well because I am a people person first. Truly he was a tabby cat with black white and grey stripes and that kind of thing. He was ever so cute, he was thinner when he was younger. I distinctly remember watching the Auckland Commonwealth Games, they go every four years, so it must have been VERY EARLY in 1990 when he was a few weeks old. I remember also having got him in December 1989, Mrs Roberts' (my petite form teacher, and the one who thought I was a challenge!) at the local pet shop in Cambridgeshire (I think in Cambs Village). I was the proudest and the happiest girl in the world, though the first few months I didn't treat him well. Grandma so wanted me to get a bird. Mrs Roberts' bird's name is Tweety. I never did know what happened to him except we went to Horsham in September and kept him in the caravan. In hindsight, I wonder how he really liked it. We were all allowed him a weekend or holidays, much as seven years later I was allowed my Kings mice called Woody (Madame's idea) and Nadia (because of Nadia Comaneci-I was in my Romanian orphan phase mark 2).
For some inexplicable reason I want a dog, an assistance dog. They did tell me at Nola's that I can't have a dog to show me around in the future. I shall have to put that travel sense I do have to work. It's laid dormant enough for 19 years, hint hint. No, I don't want a dog. He would hurt too much. Many times I have flirted with dogs, but last few years have had fears of them almost insurmountable.
How did Timmy get his name? He was named after Puddle Lane character who was a green cat. Many times in 1990 and 1992/3 I brought him to school. He was always a proud old thing, with feelings like our own. Most of the time I was so proud of him and he did let me into the social world more or less. It was good to talk about Timmy and I want to tell my crowd so badly. I have e-mailed the four most important people already.
My English and communication skills are so bad, I ought to keep them up. I suppose I will need the very top of them to write my English AND Literature assignments, not to mention same in Geography. Mon Dieu I am on the top level now, I never thought this in 1989, I say that so very often. I did want to get there, and "there" is somewhere else now. For the last few weeks I have been cruising. Others cruise and others worry. But me I am going to achieve what I have set out to achieve. I am well and properly ambitious. As it should be.
Maria Petreska-the poor tortured girl. How could I have written this in 1996? Highly likely not, I have seen her recently as a vulnerable human being. My European sense is far more mature and free than before. We talk about Macedonia sometimes, and she has this boyfriend who is ten years older. (Most of this week has been TENSE with Derrick to put it politely, but yesterday we made it up with a chocolate drink. Felt confirmed in my rightness by some terrible thing. I do hate Mooney for taking Derrick to a new level in officiousness. M. Emmerson is the worst Vice Chancellor we have ever had truly. But did I say that about Monsieur Kennedy and in hindsight I really love the guy...) She really can't decide what she wants to do in the future. She talked about how she liked make-up and fast cars and being bossy and her job at the Edge and the Area Manager who is a right bitch to say the very least. Why, she thinks that we would go to a certain very rich shop and ask for discounts. I, for one, can do my shopping in Cambridgeshire, no problems. Most of it anyway. Hint, hint. If you don't believe me I will take photos of the new acquisitions from last year.
Have found SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE SCRIPT and copied it earlier today. I will find lots of Shakespeare/Viola quotes that challenge and laugh at social conventions. I am so happy. The Internet is a mass resource. Didn't find it at the site it was reference, so I did some looking on my own with Netscape. A few well-chosen links and I was there. Then copied it to text. Had rather less luck with a little girl named Sophie's wonderful drawings that a friend named Sissy sent on behalf of her autistic son Boone. They are all zero kilobytes as I learnt when I tried to put them in a photo album. Let us hope permission is got from the woman in New Zealand whose daughter the pictures are from. And if I wasn't such an animal I'd get the LINK to show you all!
I love the woman and her quick responses. She thinks me insightful! Well, when you've got it you FLAUNT IT! Mon Dieu the messages have doubled on the list from 17 to 34 and it's been nothing but me and her. I will try to get some new friends on the list as soon as possible. Ann Dowker, a Girlsowner, will definitely like it. Lots of Girlsowners are cat lovers, so they too will be devastated. When they hear the news, posted on trivial things like Housekeeping and Maths quiz and even a NEVERENDING QUIZ. The quiz that never ends! The story of my life!
Indeed I was haunted when I looked near the fire. Usually he would have been there taking the heat. He needed a lot of heat lately because of his condition, he needed the heaters in my room. Always mum was asking if he had been in there. Yesterday I said no. This was the same yesterday he couldn't walk but a few hours later. I suppose he was on the bed.
I have not described Timmy very well because I am a people person first. Truly he was a tabby cat with black white and grey stripes and that kind of thing. He was ever so cute, he was thinner when he was younger. I distinctly remember watching the Auckland Commonwealth Games, they go every four years, so it must have been VERY EARLY in 1990 when he was a few weeks old. I remember also having got him in December 1989, Mrs Roberts' (my petite form teacher, and the one who thought I was a challenge!) at the local pet shop in Cambridgeshire (I think in Cambs Village). I was the proudest and the happiest girl in the world, though the first few months I didn't treat him well. Grandma so wanted me to get a bird. Mrs Roberts' bird's name is Tweety. I never did know what happened to him except we went to Horsham in September and kept him in the caravan. In hindsight, I wonder how he really liked it. We were all allowed him a weekend or holidays, much as seven years later I was allowed my Kings mice called Woody (Madame's idea) and Nadia (because of Nadia Comaneci-I was in my Romanian orphan phase mark 2).
For some inexplicable reason I want a dog, an assistance dog. They did tell me at Nola's that I can't have a dog to show me around in the future. I shall have to put that travel sense I do have to work. It's laid dormant enough for 19 years, hint hint. No, I don't want a dog. He would hurt too much. Many times I have flirted with dogs, but last few years have had fears of them almost insurmountable.
How did Timmy get his name? He was named after Puddle Lane character who was a green cat. Many times in 1990 and 1992/3 I brought him to school. He was always a proud old thing, with feelings like our own. Most of the time I was so proud of him and he did let me into the social world more or less. It was good to talk about Timmy and I want to tell my crowd so badly. I have e-mailed the four most important people already.
My English and communication skills are so bad, I ought to keep them up. I suppose I will need the very top of them to write my English AND Literature assignments, not to mention same in Geography. Mon Dieu I am on the top level now, I never thought this in 1989, I say that so very often. I did want to get there, and "there" is somewhere else now. For the last few weeks I have been cruising. Others cruise and others worry. But me I am going to achieve what I have set out to achieve. I am well and properly ambitious. As it should be.
Maria Petreska-the poor tortured girl. How could I have written this in 1996? Highly likely not, I have seen her recently as a vulnerable human being. My European sense is far more mature and free than before. We talk about Macedonia sometimes, and she has this boyfriend who is ten years older. (Most of this week has been TENSE with Derrick to put it politely, but yesterday we made it up with a chocolate drink. Felt confirmed in my rightness by some terrible thing. I do hate Mooney for taking Derrick to a new level in officiousness. M. Emmerson is the worst Vice Chancellor we have ever had truly. But did I say that about Monsieur Kennedy and in hindsight I really love the guy...) She really can't decide what she wants to do in the future. She talked about how she liked make-up and fast cars and being bossy and her job at the Edge and the Area Manager who is a right bitch to say the very least. Why, she thinks that we would go to a certain very rich shop and ask for discounts. I, for one, can do my shopping in Cambridgeshire, no problems. Most of it anyway. Hint, hint. If you don't believe me I will take photos of the new acquisitions from last year.
Have found SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE SCRIPT and copied it earlier today. I will find lots of Shakespeare/Viola quotes that challenge and laugh at social conventions. I am so happy. The Internet is a mass resource. Didn't find it at the site it was reference, so I did some looking on my own with Netscape. A few well-chosen links and I was there. Then copied it to text. Had rather less luck with a little girl named Sophie's wonderful drawings that a friend named Sissy sent on behalf of her autistic son Boone. They are all zero kilobytes as I learnt when I tried to put them in a photo album. Let us hope permission is got from the woman in New Zealand whose daughter the pictures are from. And if I wasn't such an animal I'd get the LINK to show you all!
I love the woman and her quick responses. She thinks me insightful! Well, when you've got it you FLAUNT IT! Mon Dieu the messages have doubled on the list from 17 to 34 and it's been nothing but me and her. I will try to get some new friends on the list as soon as possible. Ann Dowker, a Girlsowner, will definitely like it. Lots of Girlsowners are cat lovers, so they too will be devastated. When they hear the news, posted on trivial things like Housekeeping and Maths quiz and even a NEVERENDING QUIZ. The quiz that never ends! The story of my life!