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.
Published by Eric Brightwell
Eric Brightwell is an essayist, rambler, explorer, cartographer, and guerrilla gardener. He lives in Los Angeles because he loves it -- not because he was born there. He doesn't really care about street art, sleb culture, sunshine, and prefers mass and active transit to cars. View all posts by Eric Brightwell