We’ve all been gearing up for Christmas around here. We have 3 Christmas trees, ornaments, garlands, tree skirts, lights and all other sorts of Christmas paraphernalia around the house. Every evening, before I get my hug and smooch from my grandson before bed, he sits in my lap at my computer and looks at the calendar on the wall and counts the days until Christmas. Then he plays the game of “which day are we on now?”. Where he points to different days on the calendar, and says “Are we here?” and I get to say “No, silly boy, that’s not where we are!”. This amuses him very much. (He has also been making up knock-knock jokes — really terrible ones — but that is a story for another day).
My daughter has officially allowed Christmas music to be played in the house, since it is post Thanksgiving. And after reading my Pinterest post on Tuesday she even hinted she might let me get a different stocking if that is what I really wanted to do!
Packages have been arriving at the door from strange places like Walmart.com and some place called Amazon, we even had 2 arrive from China! No one seems to know what these packages are because they come inside and sit beside the front door for a few minutes or a few hours and then they disappear! It is a puzzlement.
Suffice it to say that people and things have been Merry and Bright until this past weekend. My poor, sad daughter lost her first furry baby this weekend; her beloved Beebert. Her husband rescued him from a parking lot where the cat was wandering around tired, wet, dirty and covered in flees. This was right after they got married in 2005. My son-in-law already had a cat, so they were only going to clean him up and take him to a shelter, but you know how these things go.
It was love at first sight between my daughter and Beebert (although his real, official name is Ginger Baker). They put off taking him to the shelter for a day, then another and another and then, well, he just lived there.
There were some issues between Beeb and my son-in-law’s cat (Fat Kitty) but they finally came to an uneasy compromise. In other words, they ignored each other. And Beeb played and roughhoused with my son-in law. But Beebert was never so happy as he was with my daughter, laying across her lap, or kneading some part of her body or sleeping beside her on her pillow.
This past weekend, he had an accident. We’re not really sure what happened. We live in a split level home and he likes to walk along the railing on the top level. He’s always been pretty adept at this but he could have fallen. Or something could have happened internally that made him fall. Either way it was about an eight foot drop (one which he has done before). But this time, he appeared to have hurt his leg, or maybe broken a rib or even several ribs, but in less than 15 short minutes he was gone before anybody could decide what to do.
My daughter is inconsolable, Beeb was her pet. There are no words to lift her spirits. I hope she will eventually be able to let go but it’s going to take time. I just hope she will be able to enjoy the holidays.
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