About 5:00 this morning my sweet baby Girl Kitty showed back up on the deck after a week of being missing. I've been feeling sort of like the Crazy Cat Lady out there at all hours of the day and night calling for her, but I'm thankful she's home and if that's what it took to get her back, it was worth it.
About an hour later a dear friend called from the hospital. She's been admitted with a stroke, undiagnosed diabetes and COPD, among other things. CAT scans and MRIs scheduled for today so I'm not real sure what else they're looking for. I'm heading out there in a bit with some treats for her (and NO I'm not taking the candy bar she asked for) and her Christmas present a bit early. She has one 25 year old son who lives in Louisiana but they have a terrible relationship so she's pretty much on her own as far as support goes.
We are much too young to be getting sick and dying. Marion was 53, Terry will be 53 in two weeks. Monday was the 8th anniversary of a dear friend's (and oldest daughter's Godfather, and my boss for 7 years, and husband of one of my oldest friends) death too, so it's been weighing on my mind all week to begin with.
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I am so sorry. What dreadful news to fill your week. I'm glad Girl Kitty showed back up...amazing the comfort one can take from one good thing among the bad. You will be in my thoughts.
What a week you've had. I'm so sorry for all the sadness. I'm glad that Girl Kitty came home to be a little light in the midst of the storm.
I just read your post about the parade also. It's awesome that your friend's troupe was in it but I must say I agree with you about the babbling inanity. Glad you thought to mute it.
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