1st Post of 2013


Well, it’s been a bit rough this past several weeks because Elsie died Friday, 7 December, or early the following morning.  She ran off (something she never did) and either kept running because she panicked and couldn’t hear me calling her, or she may have run off to die.   She was found the following morning in a kind woman’s yard.  She was dirty, but no blood or appearance of having been hit.  The 2 days before she left she was drinking a lot, a whole lot, of water, and I was thinking I’d need to take her to the vet to see why.  My heart is broken, but it will heal.  I will always have her in my heart.  She loved me and I loved her and we had almost 5 wonderful years together.  RIP, my Baby Girl.  I love you forever.  You were a beautiful girl.



Elsie 2


I took a walk tonight

with my sweet shadow, Elsie.

The birds were making a racket,

as we say here.

Perhaps they knew a forced subdual

would come via rain tomorrow.

Now, I’m prone to making up endearing

nicknames for my pets.

Elsie is a female. 

First she was Girl,

then she was Guhl.

After that she was Gwael,

and frequently she is Gwaela.

The etymology of these nicknames

is western European.

I’ve studied my ancestry,

and while many years here,

my ancestors come from western Europe.

A cabbie in San Francisco,

either psychic or ethnically gifted,

believed me of Welsh stock,

which doesn’t surprise me,

given the spelling of my pet’s nicknames.

On our walk tonight, I saw a bunny run off,

perhaps rattled by the birds

or us.

Elsie didn’t see the rabbit.

I told her,

“There goes Peter Cotton Tail

hopping down the bunny trail.

You didn’t see it, Gwael.”

Elsie, in one of her favorite waking spots.



Lil' Sweet

I miss Sweety.  He ran away a year ago.  He was a sweet little fella.  Not sure when I’ll have a cat again.  Not having one that won’t stay inside, but you never know if they are going to be ones that would never be content inside.  He loved outside, and being nocturnal, liked to spend the night outside with other dangerous nocturnal animals.  He was quite the hunter, and always brought his trophies home.  I told him not to put them at the door.  He understood, so his alternative was to put them under the deck, right below.  And Ryder would always want to go under the deck and check out the trophies!

Anywho, hope we have another kitty one day.  Living in the apartment would make it much easier to keep a kitty inside. 

Love you and miss you, Sweety!