Remember in May I asked about chitting potatoes? Well, I did that and planted some small red potatoes, having no idea if this would work or not. It might not, but when I got back from my week-long family visit today, I did a quick walk through my “garden” (ie, front walkway, mostly herbs), and saw that green sprouts have grown above 3 of the 4 potatoes I planted! Hurray! I still don’t expect much, but now it looks as though there might be something down below growing? Whatever happens, this is a fun learning experience for me.
Side note, nothing to do with gardening: We returned from our trip a day early, because our sweet, feisty cat became ill just before our trip. At the time of our departure, we had no idea he would be terminal just one week later. Thyroid or kidney issues were suspected. Turns out it was an aggressive cancer. Because he’s 14 years old, we decided it was very likely time to let him cross the Rainbow Bridge. So, unless I use FR as a diversion, I won’t be posting tomorrow, as we will be allowing him to cross the bridge. Losing a pet is so hard. We’ve lost 2, and still have 1 more after this fella goes. I don’t know if we will ever adopt another cat or dog after this. Maybe.
We still say, “Who rescued whom?” These pets give unconditional love.
I’m so sorry for your loss. ((HUGS)) We just lost our Beagle, Chief, and I miss him so very much. (Just old age; if we’re lucky, we all catch it!)
My hardest loss ever was my Basset Hound, Rufus. 15 years - never sick a day. Massive stroke; that was all she wrote.
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ~ A.A. Milne (from ‘Winnie the Pooh’)
I always say ‘No more pets’ but there’s always another one that seems to find me. ;)
My condolences on the loss of your sweet cat.
We who choose to surround ourselves with lives more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan. The life of a horse, often half our own, seems endless until one day. That day has come and gone for me, and I am once again within a somewhat smaller circle." - Irving Townsend "The Once Again Prince"