It's been eight days since I was forced to say goodbye to Henry. I don't feel better. I actually feel worse. It's amazing how much you can cut life down when life cuts what you care about most away. This is post 1,001. I used to imagine what 1,000 posts would be. If anyone told me it would have been numb verses poured to dilute the anguish of losing Henry, I probably would have abandoned these parts months ago. I'm not happy. I can't make myself...
Henry left Earth this morning. I picture him surrounded in gold light, somewhere far away with wings... in a place far superior to the lower vibrational land where you and I reside. I know it's cliche, but the ones that are left behind are always the ones that suffer indescribably. Like Peanut and I, for example. While I have been attempting to drown my tears in tequila, it has yet to prove successful. Although, at the rate my tears are pouring,...
Namaste blog tribe. For the past few days I've fallen off the scene desperately trying to nurse Henry back to health. As most of you are likely aware, Henry hasn't been well for a few weeks now. I believe the problem was brought on when he caught one of the disgusting, feral cats that roams Sunnyside after it made the unfortunate choice to jump in my yard. There was meowing, there was scratching, there was cat blood. I've brought Henry to two...
Timothy and I went on a date tonight to Sik Gaek in Woodside. Each of our O.C.D elements ignited in delight at the 17 varieties of barbecue accompaniments dished up with the likes of spicy muscles and fresh tasting soju. We gobbled roasted garlic with jalapeño accompaniments beside crispy cabbage salad and hot rice noodles in red pepper sauce. Delicious is an understatement. While I swing in cranky directions as average as the next human...