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Nov. 26th, 2008


We have a new dog. She's the sweetest thing, really. She's just incredibly hyper. And she wants attention all the time. Even though I knew dogs are naturally like that, I'd gotten used to first, Max being old and too enfeebled to run around and then, after Max had passed, not having anything more hyper than cats (which, while they are sometimes hyper, they aren't 60 lbs and hyper all the time...). We (my parents and I) guess that she's about a year old (give or take) because she's had at least one litter of puppies. And that litter was a small litter (only 3 puppies), so we think that was her first litter. Anyway, her name is Faylinn and, while she's so sweet and loving and cuddly, she's also jumping about like a puppy. And messing with the cats' toys instead of her own.

You know, aside from mentioning Faylinn and her serious hyperness, I don't really remember why I decided to post today. I'm blaming that on the fever that I probably have (but am to lazy to check for). Fevers (and colds, actually) fry my brain to mush.

Here's a pic of her: right here )

Dec. 22nd, 2007


We had to put Max to sleep today. He was close to 18 years old and didn't have any cartilage in his hips or back leg joints. And it was getting to where he couldn't hardly walk at all. So it's really better off for him. It's just hard, you know?

And Theseus, our youngest (I'd say little, but he's a fairly large cat) kitty, was really close with Max (Max used to lick him when Theseus would rub up against him). He's been wandering around looking for Max. Zephyr (our oldest cat, also fairly large, but not quite so large as Theseus) is moping around a little. He and Max weren't really close; they had a love-hate relationship. Zephyr used to pop Max whenever he'd walk by the coffee table and Zephyr was sitting on it. Max would growl at him, and occasionally snap at him. But I know that they didn't hate each other really, because, if they did, they wouldn't have been able to coexist as generally well as they did. Ginerva, my sweet, smart, calico girl-kitty, knew something was wrong when Mom and Dad came back from the vet's without Max. She had this betrayed, sad look in her eyes. She and Max weren't really close either, but I know she'll miss him--probably about the same as Zephyr will miss Max.