The last day of 2014, and as far as I'm concerned, it can't be over soon enough ( Read more... )

Yesterday I went to the Humane Society and brought this little girl home with me:

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I had been watching her for months. Even though I said I didn't want to get another cat after Phoebe died, I found myself occaisionally browsing the Humane Society website ( Read more... )

First experience of a Phoebe ghost:

I crawl into bed for a grief-nap.
Joker nibbles cat food in the corner, then jumps onto the bed.
Joker snuggles under the blankets in my arms, purring madly.
The unmistakable sound of more nibbling from the cat food dish.

I was dreading saying goodbye this morning, but I held up fairly well at the vet's. I stayed in the room for the euthenasia, and I'm glad that I did. If I hadn't, my last memories would have been of how weak Phoebe was in those last days, how she could barely move from room to room, how she turned her face away from the scent of food, how I could ( Read more... )

I had my Tilt test today, and I flunked it big time.

We were off to a bad start as soon as I was lying on the table and the nurse put a tourniquet on so she could find my vein for the IV. I warned her that my veins are often hard to find. The tourniquet didn't feel tight enough for her to target the vein well, and she didn't. My naughty veins ( Read more... )