Drea‘s cat got put to sleep. She was only a kitten earlier this year. Something injured her and she was becoming paralyzed. It reminded me of my rabbit Tchaikovsky who suffered a similar fate. This reminds me of one of the many reasons I don’t like owning pets. When I was young, I had pet bantams, khaki camels (ducks), mallards, geese, ferrets, fish, dogs, cats, parakeets, rabbits and parents and I lost them all.
Mrs. Jones R.I.P.
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Eric Brightwell is an essayist, rambler, explorer, cartographer, and guerrilla gardener. He lives in Los Angeles, not because he was born here, but because he chose to... for all of the things for which its famous: its verticality, its mass transit, its diversity, its schools, its liminal spaces, its architecture, its wildlife, its museums, its night markets, its cinemas, its theaters, its enclaves, its restaurants, its bars, its libraries, &c View all posts by Eric Brightwell
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