And then it was time. On the arrival of Lillian, and Ryan as a momma cat.
My final link to the person I used to be in Brooklyn is broken, and so is my heart. Camoes, my danger cat, is gone.
This Thanksgiving, Ryan and I have a lot for which to be thankful. But we're most grateful for having had the opportunity to give an elderly, withdrawn little black cat a home. And to love her.
Know this first: this is the most emotionally compelling blog I've ever read, and perhaps the best. A Chicago writer and pet lover loses his job, gets fed up with the economy, and decides to bike to the Pacific Ocean to promote pet adoption, with his favorite Basset Hound,
When Overly Frank adopted olderly Ryza from PAWS Chicago earlier this month, the cuddly interaction between Oklahoma expat and 11-year-old feline made me realize how much I'd been taking my own lifelong companion for granted. His life, that is.