I miss you, my Whistle Bird. You made a hard choice all those years ago, and although it wasn’t the option I’d selected for you at the time, I’m so glad you stayed.
And will stay, forever in my heart.
Gayle Nastasi, animal consultant and author
I miss you, my Whistle Bird. You made a hard choice all those years ago, and although it wasn’t the option I’d selected for you at the time, I’m so glad you stayed.
And will stay, forever in my heart.
Farewell, sweet Stripes. Fly high above the rainbow with your sister Stars. I’ll miss you forever.
Wishing you all, human and non, a wonderful Thanksgiving Day. And if you are not in the US, an autumn filled with love, peace, and joy.
In the USA, Thanksgiving is nearly here. Once that holiday is past (and, in some households, even before), people start thinking about Christmas decorations. (Or, at least, those do who celebrate that holiday.)
In homes occupied by pets, that indulgence may require added precautions.
I was searching in my old Blogger archives this morning, looking for inspiration for this month’s newsletter. I actually was searching for something totally different, but happened across the issue I’m quoting below.
As I looked at the date, saw the opening lines, my heart nearly stopped.
The day after I wrote this … my mother died.