last night, i let dominic out for the first time since coming to MA. i figured he'd been here long enough, and could handle it, and i was tired of shooing him away from the door. so before his supper, i let him go, figuring he'd be back in a couple of hours.
to make a long story short ...
he didn't come back.
i cried.
a lot.
i imagined all sorts of things.
i assumed i'd never see him again.
i needed to cry a lot, had needed to for a long time.
he was found, wailing piteously under the deck below ours, almost 24 hours later.
i rejoiced.
i felt immensely better.
the end.
Tuesday, July 8
well that was no fun
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I've been looking at your blog, which is nicely full of photos lately, and emailing my Dad pics of Ash to show mom so she can look at his face and remember Ash's mom at that age, and speculate if a tiny bit of Ash's dad is seen at all, perhaps in his eyes. Debbie says Ash looks smart, but in a contemplative, serene way, the opposite of Douglas' probing, argumentative intellect. It sure looks like your boys are having a great summer.
Bloody cat. :-)
At least he gave you a good cry that you needed. I think I need one too. Perhaps I'll let the dogs loose...?
sooo glad you found him again! sounds like he was equally lost without you.
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