what can i say,

this is a really hard post to write. our cat bill, who we have had living with us for nine years had to be put down last week. the vet couldn't really tell us what had happened. all he knew was that his injuries and wounds were severe. i reckon he got into a fight with a racoon. there are many in this neighbourhood. i'm trying really hard to remember the good times and not think of the last day or the fact that oliver keeps looking around the house for the "cat pee." this was his name for bill. i'm also trying to not be sad for the little girl that is in this complex who keeps asking for bill, i don't think she understands that bill is gone. i was trying to gently break the news to her. i catch myself looking around for him. he really was a lovely, sweet, and ornery cat.

sorry to bring everyone down, i'll change the direction a little,... my birthday is monday. i'm 35. i remember when 35 was the end... remember when it seemed soooo old?! my hub gave me a present early. it's a beautiful etching by a local printmaker that i'm crazy over. i'll post it as soon as i can. i'm going away to stay with my mum for the week. i get to catch up with two good highschool chums who are mums themselves. i can't wait. see you when i get back. still no camera, the photo above is a fav from my archives.