It is the so called end of summer.
Labor day weekend.
Kids are back in school.
Vacations are over.
Hurricanes are approaching.
And the chicken butt?
Well, nothing out of the regular illusionary life of the TD, aka the town drunk.
A trip to Dunkin, and then grocery shopping, after taking care of the ailing P Daddy, for most of the morning.
When a cat or any pet, for that matter, is close to the end of his/her life, it is important to be with them, to comfort them, as much as possible, before they say goodbye.
They seem to have a far better approach to their final days, than I do: accepting the inevitable with grace and courage.
Time for a quick lunch, which turned into an afternoon of pure delight: food, drinks and laughter.
Now that I am home, the little one is drinking cat milk, cat soup and water.
Hoping she will be with me for a little longer, I dote on her, admiring the way she has handled her health issues, for so many years, never giving up, in spite of the set backs.
Yes, she is my idol.
Well, until she decides to bite me again.
On that note, my best wishes to all for a happy and safe Labor Day weekend!