Ask and you shall receive, cat lovers. The makers of Weather Puppy, the weather forecasting app that features adorable pup photos along with the weather forecast, have just launched Weather Kitty! The app features over 100 cats in the initial version including that of world famous Grumpy Cat. While I don’t think Grumpy Cat agrees with the app’s tagline Smile Every Time You Check the Weather, you will surely get on board. Even if the weather forecast is dreary, it’s hard to feel down about it when you’re staring at a cute kitten hiding in a box. Read the rest of this entry »
I call this phase the new normal. I called it that when my dad passed away, and somehow, this new normal is more difficult to get underway. I did see Gida every day for years.
Partly because of an intense fear of becoming a hoarder and partly because I’m a little twitchy at home in general, I purged Gida’s drawer in the kitchen. We always laughed about how she had “stuff.” Not as much as stuff as we did, but these were very much Gida’s earthly belongings. If she had a will, she would responsibly will these things to appropriate parties. Now sit there and amuse yourself (I certainly did) thinking of her doing just that. Now, who should the bee go to? How about the hedgehog?
We kept some of the stuff (a few toys, collars, a leash, a crate, her bowls) in anticipation of future family members. We’ll donate some of the other stuff (food, a different crate, other leashes, her bed) to the SF SPCA soon. We tossed some embarrassingly old medication. We kept her tags—I put them on a pink ribbon and hung them from a picture frame, which holds a version of the engagement photo above. We’ll probably keep one of her little t-shirts, as it had a Boston terrier friend (who has also gone to the Rainbow Bridge) screenprinted on the front.
Which brings me to a question: For those who’ve gone down this road, what did you keep, what did you donate, and why?
Photo: Right Angle Images
Gida P. Hunt (Smalldog, Small, Tiny, Gida Magoo, The Animal, Chicken, the high-contrast object…) went to the Rainbow Bridge on August 12, 2013. She was almost 12.
She was born on Sept. 29, 2001 at her breeder’s home in Cottonwood, CA. Jeff, quaintly, found her litter advertised in the personals. Contrary to what he was told, Cottonwood is not “just north of Sacramento.”
“Smalldog lives…until she doesn’t” kind of sums it up for me right now.
She’s now well into Month #2 on her steroid, Prednisone. She, as pictured, enjoys some delicious beer (condensation), the great (dense, urban) outdoors, and the food into which she literally (and messily) dove into headfirst the other night. She plays occasionally, unprompted. She still can’t see very well and continues standing and moving like a little, blind old lady. But, holy cow, she appears to be having a fine time otherwise.
I’ve known beings who made it to the end of their lives wishing that end would come, already. It seems like Gida is not having these woes at the moment, inasmuch as pets can have them, and I’ll be forever thankful for that.