It's funny which animals become ours. Sometimes, even when we make hard choices and send them to different places, they're just ours. Well, Our Lisa's husband had a cat name Lyra. She's been living with his parents for a few years due to living circumstances for Lisa and family but she's always been his cat. Yesterday Lisa warned me to prepare. Her husband and son were digging a grave for Lyra who, at 16, was failing. She's passed now and I've spent the day indulging my cats with cuddles (on their terms, of course) and raw chicken and general delight for the furry dictators. I hope you'll do the same for your pets in Lyra's honor.
Treats for everyone, and our love to Our Lisa's family.
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Treats to the kids, and love to the parents... always.
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ReplyDeleteTreats for the hounds and much love and light to Lisa and her family.
Their bodies are more prepared to eat raw food than cooked. That's what they'd eat if they hunted. And my cats already eat a raw, frozen food so I figured chicken would be a treat they'd really go for. They did, too. Their old teeth had a little trouble but they soldiered on.
ReplyDeleteTreats all around...
ReplyDeleteThat cat looks like my mom's old cat, Poppy. Treats for everyone.
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