Periodically wandering old folders, I come across a random image of import. And such is the case today. It has been a little over five months now since Po left me, and I certainly have had my moments of missing each of the cats off and on in recent weeks. I do spend time...

On June 27th, two days after putting Chayya down, I woke up with a vet appointment scheduled for Po. Little did I know I would not come home with him that day. For a period in late spring and early summer, I relished the idea that, despite Chayya and Shukriya moving on clear paths...

It’s been a hard half-a-year here at the home front, which has doubled as a cat infirmary. I learned my fierce female fur ball, Chayya, had chronic kidney disease early on this year, only to learn a several weeks after that that her lifelong flat mate Shukriya had a tumor in his front foot,...

On January 4th of this year, I noticed that my oldest and tiniest cat, Chayya, was not eating, and I was already facing a vet visit for her brother-of-another-mother, who clearly had some tooth issues. I bit the bullet and took an afternoon off and went to a veterinary clinic in Rio Rancho with...

I don’t post on here very often, and when I do, it’s travelogues mostly. Travelogues are safe. This writing reticence is largely because I came to a point in life where I felt that what I had to say either 1) had already been said, and most probably repeatedly, by better writers than myself,...