Snob. What's the Scots version? Since I'm a blend of both I should know . . .
"How are you getting along, S.T.? We've been thinking about you lots."
Thanks for asking, P. Not too well, I'm sorry to answer. The grief is profound. No comfort in anything but the passage of time; although even this can't blunt the mourning, as you and Pam and all those who've had special relationships with four legged family members know. Zilla was special, and the way she died horrific. I fell like Lady Macbeth, although through no fault of my own, in that I can't seem to scrub up the blood and smell from deep in the carpet where she initially began to hemorrhage. And I can't stop crying.
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Date: 2009-05-07 02:20 pm (UTC)Snob. What's the Scots version? Since I'm a blend of both I should know . . .
"How are you getting along, S.T.? We've been thinking about you lots."
Thanks for asking, P. Not too well, I'm sorry to answer. The grief is profound. No comfort in anything but the passage of time; although even this can't blunt the mourning, as you and Pam and all those who've had special relationships with four legged family members know. Zilla was special, and the way she died horrific. I fell like Lady Macbeth, although through no fault of my own, in that I can't seem to scrub up the blood and smell from deep in the carpet where she initially began to hemorrhage. And I can't stop crying.
I love you and Pam. Miss you.