Monday, September 9, 2013

Cats, dogs, flowers, and birthdays.

Lire likes boxes. 
I guess that's what cats do.
Here's my proof.  At least the latest example.

Deacon is getting older and tires easily.
We know that his time is coming: he has a growth that we and his doctor have decided not to re-treat.
At this time we're keeping him comfortable.  He had bad ear infections, but they're cleared up now, he's much happier, and we've been giving him lots and lots of treats.
He's been loving that.  He is sweet: I cherish these last days with this fellow.

Cari sent me some flowers for my birthday.

They're beautiful.
I love it when someone makes me feel special.

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