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My smarter half was a thousand miles away night-nursing for the grandson who has recently left us when our cat of twenty-four (24) years died in my arms, having enjoyed as much as she could stand.

After all of that good time followed by the accelerating suffering she gave it up and I buried her in our grape arbor where the vinca flourished.

And shortly thereafter there appeared under my truck a ghost white young cat waiting for me to pick him up so he could follow us around from room to room, to see us off and see us back, and give us a talkative report.

We all keep the faith and the interest on it all is priceless.

My older brother the engineer told his wife they would not have another dog after they lost theirs to cancer after so many years.

But I am not about to deny us the full catastrophe.

And your dog looks in the pictures very like my friend Norm's which went blind yet was his constant companion. Delilah went on ahead and Norm followed a couple of years after playing his guitar in his chair.

Your puppy keeps that wonderful wheel turning for you.

Happy trails, happy tails.

My smarter half was a thousand miles away night-nursing for the grandson who has recently left us when our cat of twenty-four (24) years died in my arms, having enjoyed as much as she could stand. After all of that good time followed by the accelerating suffering she gave it up and I buried her in our grape arbor where the vinca flourished. And shortly thereafter there appeared under my truck a ghost white young cat waiting for me to pick him up so he could follow us around from room to room, to see us off and see us back, and give us a talkative report.

Isn't it strange and wonderful how animals find us when we need them?

We got Taffy when Miss Emily's Shelly died- she had had her 13 years, through triumphs in her profession ( symphony musician ) and fame, and misfortune... and I have never seen another person grieve so much, and so deeply over anyone.

Not baby, or child, or husband or brother or father... never have I seen so much despair in a person- but she finally picked herself up, went to the shelter, and found that little white wolf.

And strangely enough, Taffy had been picked up a block from here, and I think we had seen her running around right before Shelly died.

And now, Miss Emily no longer lies awake grieving for Taffy- because the Canine Circular Saw has kept her up all night, peeing and dumping and chew, chew, chewing...

And throwing an old sneaker around...

That's life, renewing itself- happy tails to you and yours, Phil,