Fostering cats was rather like beating myself with a big stick. Emotionally, it was extremely hard because I have awful separation anxiety and letting my fosters go was always traumatic. But I'd promised myself that when I retired, I would do something to help animals. This was the only way I could do it, so … Continue reading Merlin
Maybe it was the Moony blues. Maybe it was the ever growing angst in the country. Maybe oxy withdrawal, though I think not that. Maybe it was losing Colin. Maybe it was overdoing it in the garden. Or maybe a bit of everything. None of that equals a hill of beans. So why did I … Continue reading Moony Blues
In the event it could be helpful to someone else in a similar situation, let me "share" my experience with weaning off oxycodone so far. I'm not all the way there yet and the home stretch could be the really hard part. It depends, really, how many challenges you undertake at the same time, I … Continue reading Making changes
Sometimes I ask myself why I live with so many cats. Why do I put myself through all the extra work, and accept the irritation they sometimes cause? Like stepping all over my keyboard! Mostly, I wonder, how many more times can I go through having one of them put to sleep? Colin is dying … Continue reading Small victories
An insufficiency of sleep and a dull ache in my head persuaded me to lie overlong abed this morning. I did not, however, doze. At first, a scenario played out in my thoughts, for the story I have been writing. Easiest for me to be creative when I am least likely to be disturbed. Then … Continue reading “Wet” Wednesday
Panther loved to sit on the stairs this way My boy's picture came up on Facebook the other day. It's been 5 years since the day I took him to the vet for the last time. I have to not dwell on it too long as it brings the pain back. Since I was a … Continue reading Emotional incontinence?