Oh Cricket. What a lovely vignette of a beloved pet. They have such a way of coming in and shifting things ever so.
Throughout your piece, I found myself thinking of my childhood pet, Max. An American Tuxedo with a white mustache, eyes the color of just-budding leaves ,and the biggest and most faithful heart of any creature I've ever known. We got him as a kitten when I was around two years-old, he and a gray tabby we named Chesapeake.
Max lived (with my mother) until I was 23 and newly-married, and if I linger too long on the memories or what he meant to me -- I immediately become a puddle. Pets really are such treasures.
thank you, Kristine! both of these creatures sound delightful. how lovely that Max was able to stick with you for all those years! you really can't put a price on that kind of friendship. what a darling!
Oh Cricket. What a lovely vignette of a beloved pet. They have such a way of coming in and shifting things ever so.
Throughout your piece, I found myself thinking of my childhood pet, Max. An American Tuxedo with a white mustache, eyes the color of just-budding leaves ,and the biggest and most faithful heart of any creature I've ever known. We got him as a kitten when I was around two years-old, he and a gray tabby we named Chesapeake.
Max lived (with my mother) until I was 23 and newly-married, and if I linger too long on the memories or what he meant to me -- I immediately become a puddle. Pets really are such treasures.
thank you, Kristine! both of these creatures sound delightful. how lovely that Max was able to stick with you for all those years! you really can't put a price on that kind of friendship. what a darling!