Back in august I wrote about a broken circle.
I finally dug a hole. He is resting in the back yard, in a sunny spot in view of the bird feeders.
I will have to get an appropriate plant or perhaps statuary.
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Category: Being home
Almost exactly 8 (!) years ago I posted about giving up the cats so we could travel to Cairo.
http://www.cairochronicles.com/jack/?p=26
And then 3 years ago I posted about getting Roscoe back.
http://www.cairochronicles.com/jack/?p=412
Today he leaves us permanently.
The vet will be here shortly to help usher Roscoe P. Coltrain over the rainbow bridge.
I keep telling myself he had a great run.
He was found 17 years ago, an abandoned feral kitten, too small to even lick milk from a bowl.
He was bottle fed until he figured out the whole eating on his own thing.
He has had several brushes with illness and always managed to dodge the bullet.
This time there were too many bullets.
I am going to miss the little bastard terribly. Going to the bathroom will never be the same.
Goodbye little man.
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Closing a circle
It was seems like a lifetime ago, I posted this.
The woman who took our cats when we went to Cairo, recently moved back to the east cost. Roscoe was up for adoption again. The woman wanted us to just house sit him long enough for her to get settled. But there was no way we (cough I cough) could take him back and give him up again.
So he came “home” to end his days with us. He is 15 or so years old now. He was a feral kitten that was abandoned and not even weaned when KD found him.
He has far outlived his expected life span. But he is ours again.
And even though he prefers The Good Doctor’s lap, I no longer go to the bathroom alone.
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Not in Cairo anymore…
Another one of those reminders about how different things are here. Not always better, not always worse, just different.
Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to get a prescription filled. The nice lady behind the counter checked and they did not have the item I required.
She offered to phone the pharmacy across the street to see if they had it.
I said that would be great and that I would do some other shopping while she did that.
I go through the store to get the other items I needed and returned to the pharmacy window.
The nice lady says:
Yes, they have it across the street. Here is your prescription.
and she handed me the doctors prescription sheet and smiled.
I blinked.
I blinked again.
Then it dawned on me.
They are not going to send “a boy” scurrying across the street to fetch my medication for me.
I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO WALK OVER THERE MYSELF. IN THE RAIN.
ay da?!
And this is supposedly a civilized country!
harumph.