8 wonderful years

 "Lynn, it's my 8th anniversary today. I try to remember

how it was before, but I really am only interested in today."

"Is that really me back then? I must have grown up."

And maybe a bit out, Precious. But that just means there is

more of you to love.

She gets into the sink today only to drink. She can get

her front paws in, but she'll never get herself in to lie down.

When we brought Precious home, she spent 3 days straight

laying at the foot of the bed on a thermal cat blanket. She'd get

up to eat a tiny bit, potty and go right back to bed. Even

though we were strangers, and who knows how much tossing

and turning we do at night, she slept right there for nearly

72 hours.

Then on the fourth day, she did her usual routine of eating

some and potty. But she did not go back to bed.  She looked

up at me in my recliner, jumped up on my lap, gave my face

a complete inspection, turned around and laid down on my

legs. She started purring and was there for a few hours. I was

so amazed, but I think she was just recuperating from the trauma

of being abandoned and unhappy with the stress of the humane

society.

I'm glad to say, that starting right then she was a new girl. Unhappy

when she had her first of 3 vet visits soon after. But forgiving when

she came home.

"I just knew you were going to be good to me, Lynn. It's a good

thing I can't keep track of time, or I'd be sorry so many years

have gone by."

I am sorry that 8 years have passed. Where does life go?

I am getting old older and wish it would just stop on a  good

day and remain there for just an extra week or two.