It’s been a rough couple of weeks and I haven’t been able to write about it until now, but we lost a very close family member recently. It was the day after she passed away and I couldn’t stop tears from falling, though I was trying to function enough to make lunch for the kids.
As I stood against the kitchen counter, trying to see through my red, blurry eyes, Rascal jumped up onto the counter, sliding in his not so graceful way (he always seems to over estimate his jumps!) across the tile, and jammed his head under my hand. It had apparently been hovering in mid air holding a spatula. I switched hands and gave him some love. He must have known I needed it more than he did!
Then of course, in Rascal style, he leaned too far, his back legs slipped off the counter, there was a moment of legs and claws scrambling to find a hold, and before I could help him, he was twisting in the air and PLOP, landed flat on his back on the kitchen floor! He sped off with his wounded pride and I couldn’t help smile! Even a little chuckling was in order! Thank you cat, for making me laugh when nothing was needed more!
Now, I always have a water glass around, usually on the table. Throughout the day I sip from it as I walk by. I’ve done this every day for years! This particular day, I walked by and caught Rocco’s head in my glass! I am still trying not to think about how many times this has happened before! I choose to believe it was the first time ever. Yes it was!!!
I now use my travel water bottle more often.
Then he found that it was nice to rub his head against, see following video. (I couldn’t switch to camera fast enough to catch the attack, but I’m glad I got this picture)
After that I raised them up for him, but as soon as I walked away, he pounced on the string and almost broke it! There’s no winning with this one.
I’m so blessed to have the cats (and kids) to take my mind off the deep sadness that is otherwise overwhelming. However, as the days went by, it seemed to get worse rather than better. Especially for my husband (it was his mom that passed). The cats did their absolute best to cheer him up.
Must be bigger than a chihuahua, but on the smaller side
So this list basically cancels out any and all dogs you would ever find at the pound. I mean, my last dog was the love of my life, but half the things listed were a big problem and I did not want to deal with any of them again any time soon! However, something was nagging me to go look (Grandma? I think so).
Welcome to the Crazy house Maximillion!