Tribute

 You all know how I feel about sharing my space here, but I'll allow this one out of the kindness of my big ol' lumpy heart. We just passed four years since Miss Cleopatra went to the bridge, and, much like with mom & dad's crusty old pal orbit, her passing left them with huge holes in their hearts. As you all know, it takes beyond forever to get over losing us. We make you laugh, we make you cry, we frustrate you, and confuse you with our occasional weird antics and behavior. You're forced to clean up after us, keep us healthy & fed and generally allow us to be the bosses of your lives. And we're okay with that. 

One Beautiful Angel

To mom and dad's surprise, last night's fireworks didn't bother me too much. They went out on the deck to see what they could once the booms started, and I lounged on the floor just inside the storm door. Sure, the noise got my attention, but I didn't go slinking off to hide under the bed like I do when I hear thunder.