We’re moving forward. They don’t exactly give you bereavement leave for the loss of an avian companion, so there’s not much choice. The world keeps turning, whether you want to go with it or not. Or would rather sit on your porch with your shotgun, waiting for that sassy killer cat to come back and give it a new orifice to ponder along with it’s true position in the circle of life. There’s always a bigger fish, isn’t there?
So we move on. Zack has been sad. He misses his sister, but he did perk up a bit this morning. Bubbles is anxious. She’s only been with us a year and a half so she wasn’t as bonded to Chloe as Zack was, but she knows something is wrong, and she’s trying to cheer us up. We’re doing the best we can and spending time together, trying to adjust to the new routine with just the four of us.
And to top it all off, today is 30 years since my grandmother died. Pardon my language, but the Reaper can **** off! I try to keep it PG-13 here, but Chloe was the little lady that kept me straight, and truth is that I’m no frigging lady. I’ve said it many times: nice girls don’t write sci-fi.
So excuse me for not having a better entry today, but it’s just not there. Maybe next week. And like Deadpool, maybe I’ll be a better person next time.
That’s all today. Take care, and have a good rest of the week.