What pets these creatures be

Wil Wheaton's dog Ferris died suddenly yesterday, which made me feel unaccountably sad. I say "unaccountably" because it's not like I'm friends with him or his dog. I guess I've just read his blog long enough, wherein the dog often made guest-star appearances, that I can't help feeling a pang at the awful news.

Then today I read (via Joan Walsh on Salon) "Night of the Hunter", Gwen Cooper's amazing account of how her cat-with-no-eyes --- well, go read it for yourself.

And now it's time for a picture of my cats, taken a few months ago.

Sleeping together

I still feel a pang.

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At 8/26/2009 10:33 pm , Blogger naixuhs said...

Yeah, I too worry about the day my little Chaos will be no more. The little critters just become one of the family. They come in your lives so sudden, invading your personal space and creeping into the deepest recesses of your heart never to leave. Last July I had to help a friend of mine put down their 17 year old Beagle/German Shepard...too painful for words: http://westernchaos.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html


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