616 One Man, Many Masters.


Sorry about the page mix up.  In my grief I mistakenly posted them backwards.  They pretty much read just fine in either order, but I’ll fix it later.

Also, I’m sorry I haven’t replied to your kind comments about Sadie.  I don’t feel I can add anything of value to them anyway.  Most are heartfelt tales of past pets.  So let it serve as a memorial to them all.  I can read them, but by the time I get to the end I’m pretty useless.  The hurt is still too near.  That said, reading them has made me feel better.  I appreciate everyone telling me stories of their pets, be it in comments, or emails.  You all have my most sincere thanks.

We’re all still sad, but it gets easier everyday, you know?  One last surprising thing is that Claws, our old Siamese cat, has been wandering around the house meowing as loud as he can.  Mom thought he was sad that Sadie is gone, but they weren’t special buddies or anything.  I thought he was just being weird because we’re all so down, but then I actually watched him make a round.   He started at her toy box and worked his way around the house checking places she would typically lay down, hide treats, or dig in the carpet.  When he was done he came to me and wanted to be picked up, which he doesn’t do very often.  It’s not a scientific study, but it looked a lot like he was calling out for her to me.

I guess they were just close to each other in their own way.