This has not been a particularly good week. First, on Friday, I lost Garbo, my nearly 16-year-old cat. Andy brought her on the plane, along with Princess, from Washington state when he came here in 1996. She was about a year and a half old but she still looked like a little kitten. He thought he was going to lose her back then, but when the vet looked at her he discovered she had an abcess and once that was healed up she began to grow until she reached a respectable twelve plus pounds. Andy said back then that she was a lovely animal and I guess I could agree except I tend to look upon my animals as only a molecule away from being human. Garbo was very affectionate, not only to me but to Chloe also, and Chloe can't quite understand why Garbo doesn't come in at night and have a friendly roll about before they go to bed. Garbo slept on a blanket next to my shoulder and I would find her curled up in my arms when I woke up. She was a snuggler.
Chloe is a cute, amusing companion but she does not snuggle. She tends to view me with suspicion when I try to cuddle her. She is much the independent little dog. Anyhow, Garbo ended up a bit different than the little kitten who earned the name Garbo because of her habit of hiding up and Andy's friend, Arthur, said, "like Greta Garbo, she vants to be alone." It is taking a lot of adjusting to be without Garbo but also a bit of adjusting to be without a cat after having nearly 40 during my lifetime.
However, having saved the best for the last, I have retired from cats. I know that when it comes to the inevitable point that I can no longer take care of one, it would be hard to find it a good home, especially since most of the people in my family are allergic to them.
Then that same evening Debbie Brown called to say that one of their cats had gotten run over. Debbie said that she guessed that misery loved company, but I said I would rather not have the company in that case. I liked their cat.
Then Saturday Joe Shimamura fell off his skateboard and broke his leg and seeing as the Shimamuras are good friends of mine I was a bit "shook up" about that.
Suddenly it seemed as if too many things were happening too close together. Things do feel a little better since Joe has gotten home from the hospital but Gerry says he will have a lot of adjusting to do himself while he recuperates. Joe is used to being very active.
It somehow seems as if lately "if it weren't for bad news I'd have no news at all" to paraphrase a well-known song. There are a couple extended family members of mine fighting cancer right now and Gerry said her aunt has had a stroke. I was also sorry to hear that David Mason had been in a car accident. I hope he recovers quickly.
I was pleased to hear that Andy's Aunt Norma, who will be 97 in October, is having a much better summer this year than last and sounded real chipper when I talked with her last week. So I guess on that encouraging note I had better close this column. We are having a nice summer weatherwise so I hope you are all able to be about and enjoying it. Until next time good health and God bless.