Yesterday Fred's cat Sparkie died. He got her as a kitten before he started high school, and she was a lovely, sweet, talkative girl who loved to sit on laps and beg for chicken at the dinner table. She was somewhere between fifteen and seventeen years old and had been going downhill since Christmas, so this wasn't a surprise, but it is still very difficult.
When I got home yesterday I got a call from a friend telling me that another friend has kicked her husband out. There is hope for reconciliation, but he screwed up large and it will be a long road back. And there's a possibility that there won't be reconciliation, which means a whole different set of difficulties, and an entirely different long road.
7 comments:
Rest in peace, Sparkie.
Poor kitty.
I'm sorry. :(
I am sorry Fred and you have lost such an old and loved friend. [hugs]
I'm so sorry to hear about Sparkie. It doesn't matter how old they are... it's never easy to say goodbye.
And, I hope things work out between your friend and her husband. Whether than means the two of them working it out - or her moving on.
We're very sorry to hear about Sparkie.
*many Bear hugs*
Stompy
I'm sorry about Sparkie.
I got my first cat when I was eight years old and I had her until she disappeared when I was twenty. I still miss her.
Awww.
Big hugs.
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