Life, Fannishness, and Thespic Infatuation

This afternoon, George and I took the last of our "Ohio kitties" on her last trip to the vet.

Our little black Isis has not been well for several weeks. Yesterday, she stopped eating and drinking. Last night, she started losing control of her hindquarters. We didn't expect her to survive the night. This afternoon, I got a call at work from Geo; he'd decided to make the appointment. I met them at the vet's office. Dr. Miller is a wonderful vet; Geo held Isis while Dr. Miller administered the combination of drugs. She went quietly, and we buried her with the other three when we got home.

Isis has been a character and a wonderful little cat. She will be greatly missed.

The past year and a half have been a season of change for me. I've often thought of doing a "where am I now" post to catch everyone (who's still interested) up on what life has been sending me. Perhaps I shall do that later this week. It hasn't been all bad, certainly (new nephew!), and there have been some fun times. But it's been a stressful summer (I don't feel like I really got a summer), and things are just . . . changing.

So, life has been very busy recently.

( Sleeping? Eating? What's that? )

We just got back from Christmas in Ohio, about half an hour ago. It's a little strange, because we came home to one less kitty.

I'll post about the fantastic things that happened over the weekend, it was something of a mixed bag.

( Cut to save the f-list from melancholy ramblings. )

Izhi, the package was waiting for me when we got home. Thank you so much for the mags and for sharing. My heart is full for you. I'll write more when I've assimilated what you've shared. :-)

Well, I should probably go unpack. I have to work tomorrow, which was not the original plan. Meh. But maybe I'll find time to post about my weekend, because some of it was pretty faboo.