Out of the blue, in yesterday’s mail, there was a card from my college roomie, Linda. She didn’t say anything about her life though her return address indicates she now lives near Boston (last known she was in Texas.) Her note said only, “I found these in an old album and I thought you’d like them. Hope you are well.”
Nicole at age 9, Laura at 25. Wow! Oh to be that young, thin, tan and blissfully ignorant of hard things to come. I don’t think I’d choose to go back even if it was possible but, in the midst of the challenges of middle age, I do feel nostalgic when I look at our young faces. At 25 I couldn’t imagine ever owning property, let alone fearing its loss because of a bad man and a lawsuit!
For a cat who lived his life front and center, it is distressing not to be able to find a photo that does him justice. Not as distressing as saying good-bye though, and sadly, that was the story of today. Though all of us loved this quintessential orange-marmalade sweetie of a cat, today was hardest for Westi. Not wanting to part with him when they left the mountain to begin life in their own home, Westi and Mike have been Barney’s guardians for the last several years. What does it say that they could part with us but not with him? I like to think it says that Barney was one special cat.