I've been remiss, I know. Bad scribe. No biscuit. All I can say is, depression sucks. And having said, "All I can say is..." I'll leave it at that.
My Siamese, Niccolo, died a year ago in December. He's the first cat I've ever really missed for a long time after he died. In about October I got to thinking about him, and I've thought about him frequently since. It hasn't made the "holidays" any easier. (So much for the "leave it at that" part. Oops. I'll try harder. )
Christmas itself wasn't bad. In fact, seeing Amy and Raymond was wonderful. ( Read more... )
My Siamese, Niccolo, died a year ago in December. He's the first cat I've ever really missed for a long time after he died. In about October I got to thinking about him, and I've thought about him frequently since. It hasn't made the "holidays" any easier. (So much for the "leave it at that" part. Oops. I'll try harder. )
Christmas itself wasn't bad. In fact, seeing Amy and Raymond was wonderful. ( Read more... )