(from When Only the Love Remains — The Pain of Pet Loss by Emily Margaret Stuparyk)

I ask you not to mourn for me,
For many long, sad days;
My tired body’s gone to rest,
Kept warm by sun’s soft rays.

I pray, don’t long for me, my dear,
Our souls are bound with twine,
By love that knows no end in sight,
A hope, forever mine.

And finally, please do live your life,
My love surrounds your soul;
For when you cry those wretched tears,
Gold memories will take hold.

So think of me, my tearful friend,
Who loved me, loved me so,
My life with you was so complete,
It took God, to make me go.

I hate beer too, but I’m a woman so I kind of get an automatic pass for that. (Then again I’d rather have water over an alcoholic beverage, so I suppose I’m not one to really enjoy going out or celebrating in that particular style.)

I’m so sorry about Spaz. *hugs* I don’t look forward to the inevitable happening to my three cats (all strays, all brought in from the street when they were but wee starving kittens crying on the side of the road or under a car, and all with varying ways of telling my husband and me that they love us). One of the cats I had died a couple of years ago, but she was sick from birth (FIV) and I kind of knew it would happen. She was very young when she died, less than a year, but it got to the point where things were painful for her and she could barely eat or go to the litterbox, so in a way I’m relieved that she’s not in pain any longer. I still miss her, despite the fact that she’d only been with us for a short time and that years have passed since she died.

Each time I read people’s stories about the cats in their lives, I cry. I can’t help it — I’m emotional and a bit sensitive about the subject. But even though I know their deaths would hurt like hell, I will always have a cat in my life now that I’ve experienced what it’s like to love and be loved by one. I think part of it is that I know I’m saving their lives — I shudder to think what my current three would be facing had they stayed on the streets (they’d probably be dead, knowing the way some people in this country treat strays) — and that no matter how long they are with me, they’d be loved and cherished all that time.

Needless to say, I spoil my cats endlessly. :) The youngest one, who is about nine months now (we found her crying beneath a parked car when she was only 5 weeks old) always comes over to sleep within the curves of my arms while I’m at the computer, or climbs half onto my shoulder to do so. All of my cats are snuggle bunnies (though to differing degrees), so I haven’t experienced the so-called “typical” cat that acts aloof and cold and would turn its nose up to companionship. (If I ever do get one like that, after a week of my snuggling and smothering with kisses, I might be able to change its mind. ;) )

Big hugs!

As to the AoC bit…I really am enjoying discussing it, even though I am not blogging as much as usual (seems easier to twit it instead…urgh, I mean TWEET)…but, yea, I think as long as nothing else looks good (and it doesn’t…WAHHH…want Guild Wars 2), I will stick it out.

Cheers to you and thanks for having a cool variety blog as well.

I have to admit, I’m not a morning person either and morning lasts until about 2pm in the afternoon. :)

I can’t blame you for not liking beer, you’re an American. You guys have crappy beer and the stuff you import from us is the crap we don’t want. Wheat beers tend to be sweet so that might appease the little lady inside you. :D