Friday, April 29, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Many years ago, he told me that I made "cute, purring" noises when I sleep. As we have aged, the cuteness seems to have evaporated and now he tells me that my snoring wakes him and when I am not snoring, he can't sleep in anticipation of my snoring. So he flees to Mike's empty bed. I know a lot of couples sleep apart with no ill marital effects but I can't stand it.
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
|KIRBY, Robin and me|
Then Corky had a stroke and was never the same. He was cranky and mean and we could hear him yelling at Dona and the poor dog all night and day. We were all getting old and Buttons passed away. They were very sad but not ready for another pet since, by now, Corky was in a wheelchair (or his electric chariot).
They had a son who they didn't see, a former daughter-in-law that still stayed in touch and brought over their grandson occasionally but they had two "adopted" grandchildren who they babysat after school. These folks were their closest "family". They brought Corky and Dona a new Buttons, another Maltese puppy.
Here's a piece of advice for free: Do not buy a pet for another person.
Corky and Dona couldn't handle the puppy. Dona would spoil him rotten because it was easier than trying to discipline him. Then when she hit her limit, she would smack him with a rolled up newspaper. I'm not saying that rapping a dog is abusive but it should at least be based on the dog's behavior and not on the mood of the owner. Buttons II was a brat who demanded constant attention. He bit and barked incessantly. But he was an angel when we went for a walk.
Dona went to the doctor to finally get her hip replaced and they found she had widespread, terminal cancer. Before she died, she begged me to promise that I would adopt Buttons and not leave him with Corky. She knew he couldn't take care of him and said Phyllis (their best friend and our other neighbor) didn't like dogs because she had white carpet. When she passed away, Corky didn't want to let Buttons go and we certainly didn't need to introduce a yappy canine to our beloved cats. Corky was gone within a couple of months, although he apparently enjoyed hiding his scooter in the house during that time (Dona wouldn't allow it).