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"Tears are like rain , they loosen up our soil so we can grow in different directions" Virginia Casey
The Princess....Xena...she came with her name, she was being abandoned in the NW, and I offered to take her many years ago...she used to come to it, when I would call it...She was practically ferral when we got her...nasty....she would sit on the Beat Up RumRunner in the Alley, the one that I got my Ex- for his birthday, I bought it for a sixpack of beer...convinced that he and I could fix up this 1920's Old Wooden Boat....Xena loved it...she would sit on top of it....and growl and his at Everything and everyone that roamed the alley....then she would come around to the Front Porch where I had Tweety our little Budgie hanging on the Front porch Hook, next to the climbing roses and the Wysteria and the Clematis....Somehow Xena loved this little bird, and she would sleep under his hanging perch...and smile up at him....She has been with us all these years and many moves and car rides....and now she is old....Fragile.
And there are days she does not eat and none of us can go near her....
3 nights ago she practically bit my hand off, thinking it was Something Evil I am sure....even though I was sound asleep.
I am not sure of what happened...really....
Poor Thing...
I had to write this...she is breaking my ol'heart...My Princess.
"Year of the Cat" Live Version....
