Thursday, June 22, 2006


I feel dorky talking about cats, but, still, any living thing one lives with from birth to death becomes special. Gomer was "m' boy," and had a full life. He survived a pretty violent apartment break in when he was a kitten; had to ride in the emergency Pet Taxi to a veterinary hospital because of a urinary blockage; made it through an apartment fire; had diabetes for a couple of years; put up with subcutaneous fluids for a while; and finally dealt with cancer of the jaw. I had Gomer for his whole life, literally.