We adopted Binky and Wingnut together. Wingnut was around three months old at the time. We’d gone to the pet store (this was a local shop that partnered with a no-kill shelter for adoption events) looking for a kitten. Or at least a young cat. I figured between three months and two years, give or […]
Binky was eighteen. He lived with intestinal lymphoma for almost two years. When we started treating his cancer, we learned that before we’d adopted him, he’d been shot with a BB gun. Either an ultrasound or an X-Ray (I can’t remember which) discovered a BB lodged in his shoulder area. Six months after we adopted […]
I’ve mentioned more than once how quiet the house feels now. It took me a bit to figure out why. Obviously, Binky was loud. He breathed loud, slept loud, walked loud. He had a meow that you could hear even if he were at the south end of the top floor and you were at […]
I have a saying. Or, a belief. One I’ve put in several of my books. One I have always tried to live. Regrets are useless. And they are. Because you can’t change the past, only the future. But that doesn’t mean I stop kicking myself for not taking a photo every single time Binky tried […]