I'm bumping this post up. Some of you may have missed it earlier. The following story meets my need for affection, closeness, empathy, nurturing, support and warmth. I trust you're enjoying a lovely day. I am. You've my prayers.
Originally posted 7/24/11
Originally posted 7/24/11
Dear denizens of the Attitude of Gratitude Inn,
This story was forwarded to me this weekend. On the off chance that you haven't read this story, which is attributed as true, I share it with you. I especially relate to it. A cat dear to me is dying: Alexander the Gray. He's an intelligent, spiritual, silvery-tipped, Russian Blue. Alexander has been getting subcutaneous fluids for over two years, due to renal failure.His medications now make him wobbly. His gig is almost up.
The other day, when I dropped by, he got between me and the laptop I was using while waiting for my friend, who lives at Alex's house. His big eyes stared into mine, quietly---but persistently---they plead for affection. I'm a sucker when gently entreated.
The other day, when I dropped by, he got between me and the laptop I was using while waiting for my friend, who lives at Alex's house. His big eyes stared into mine, quietly---but persistently---they plead for affection. I'm a sucker when gently entreated.
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