Christmas Kitty died tonight. January 30th, 2008. He gave us many years of love and companionship. In fact the vet told me their records say he came to their office for the first time in 1988. The vet came to our home and euthanized him here, then laid him on the floor so the other animals could come and see what was going on or what had just happened. She took him with her to be cremated and returned to us. She went above and beyond the call of duty. We will miss our Christmas Buddy.

It is like a slice of heaven in my apt. I am serious. I had peace the minute I walked in after the euthanization. So I started checking emails and ate my bowl of ice cream and answered some emails and then out of no where started singing "Amazing Grace" No kidding...So I just let it keep coming...and singing.. Do you think Angels came for him? Or is he here and saying thank you, I was so sick. Peace is all about. I asked my daughter Lins if she had this peace and she said YES....she said it feels like we don't have any problems. I agreed 190% with that statement. Strange and good all at once. If I had to put it in words.......light, LIGHT, bright light, soft, clouds, morphine before surgery, clean rain, no evil, lavishly rich, no needs, cool fountain on a hot day, splashing, love, velvet, clear bubbles, fresh air, oxygen from God, healing, flourishing cells, the smell of a new car, a warm blanket, the sun on new fallen snow, pansies, a beating heart, Life, your soft fur, your soft purr, your loyalty. Truth, blue eyes, a diamond, an old spirit, a young one, all adds up to "Peace that Passeth Understanding." Thank You "Christmas Buddy!" Or the Angels that came for you and left us with not only your memory but a gift of Peace from that memory that will last us forever.

Sisters

Bree Hull


Well would you look at this? These two sure do look alike to me. I wonder if they will hook up like some sisters that have found one another after many years? Or maybe they won't bother. Or maybe if Nana leaves it alone they will make it work on their own. Briana Marie and Danielle. (I dont know Dani's middle name) I better find that out.
Interestingly Bree, we call her, has another sister named Danielle who is also 19 years old.
So getting used to that part wont be so unusual.
Bree is fair skinned and it appears Dani is darker skinned. Bree has allot of allergies
and asthma when she gets a cold. Bree has a dark side she tells me. I think all teenagers do. She is a grand actress but she cant sing a whole song on key. We have to laugh at that. She loves socceer but had to quit due to shin splints. She is quite the artist and loves all sorts of creativity. Sewing, painting, writing, anything but cleaning. Bree loves mega soft beds. And Bree loves Steve. Steve is a rock and adores Bree so we adore Steve. Bree is a very sensitive young woman and was even as a child. If she cried her whole face turned spotted and red. She has a wonderful laugh and the most beautiful thick hair that tends to have more waves than she would like so she works very hard to straighten it. Her Dad's hair was wavy before he shaved his head due to age and hereditary baldness. Bree loves animals especially cats. She wants a car more than anything right now. Bree is a person that goes with the flow. She graduated from Barbizon Modeling and Acting School. She is a natural actress. I have posted some of her acting photos.

I do hope the girls find their way to meet or at least do the MySpace "thing." After all they are sisters. And they sure do look alike. Bree is 16 and Dani is 19.

Nineteen Years Late'r

I received an invitation to a MySpace site a few days ago. It was from this beautiful young woman named Dani. She is the Granddaughter I have never met. And the other photo is her Father who she has never met her but once when she was three.
I missed the hugs and kisses and overnight stays. I missed the shopping days and buying princess clothes, putting her hair up with ribbons, getting her nails done for no reason. The zoo. Telling her the secrets I have learned from and about life. Sharing my heart. I missed Homecomings, Proms, and maybe sooccer games or school plays or just Halloween costumes. I missed her more days than I can remember. She is my first Granddaughter ever. We never got to stir and bake cookies, make Valentines, or watch movies, read even one book. We have the same blood.
I did not get to babysit or meet her brothers. I didn't get to show her how much she is loved no matter what age. I think she has her Grandpa Joe's dimples. And the beautiful family smile for sure. She'll never get to see Grandpa's herd of cows or goats or chickens because they are gone with time. I hope she gets to hear his childhood stories and his wonderful laugh. He is 83 so we don't have nineteen more years. I hope she gets to meet all her aunts and uncles and great aunts and uncles and cousins. If not I will still love her from afar and hopefully get to watch it thru MySpace. Because now she has invited me to HerSpace.

His Name is Christmas and He's 19!

Christmas Buddy a few weeks old

What a little man he is and sometimes quite the King of the house. Well not so much anymore, but in his day he ruled. Now he moves very slowly and needs some help, such as his own chair to get up onto the bed. Why he's been better than any man I ever married. This one stuck with the program to the end... Christmas Buddy sleeps at the top of my bed near my face. I dare not use too much face cream or I wake up looking like the abominable snowman! Eeeww. And if I turn over he wanders to the other side facing my face. I wake up on occasion and put my hand on him to give him reassurance. Maybe myself too. He has grown up with my children, especially my 19 year old daughter and 19 and 16 year old Granddaughters. Not to mention my 25 and 28 year old sons.
I watch him wondering if his quality of life is for me or him anymore. He sleeps 20 out of 24 hours a day. He sometimes gets lost in the shower starring at the wall meowing. Don't worry I get him. My Vet has told me twice (three years ago and one year ago) that he was in kidney failure. NOT! Got him some antibiotics and whalla he was trottin' around the house and enjoying some "huchie," catnip silly, on occasion. They even put him on IV fluids which I learned to do quickly. I gave him fluids every other day, (they said daily) and he still watered from his eyes and mouth...DUH, he was over fluidized! Again he was fine. Yes I am changing vets even after all these years. He likes his food more on the liquid side anymore but I can do that. I buy special litter that is lightweight and special litter that turns color if he has a bladder infection. Christmas loves Christmas because he hears his name on TV and from people passing by as well as his family. He has lived through several political elections, he's a liberal by the way, and 16 Proms and around 12 Homecomings, and five major moves, an in-house daycare for fifteen years, and four new vehicles. All went away, as well as his two buddies, Cody and Chris moved to California. He remembers them when they walk in and hold him like a baby. He has survived a sister that lived to be fifteen named PeeWee, yes after PeeWee Herman before he did his naughty. Obviously we got them on Christmas 1988. PeeWee's Playhouse was big on the charts. I found a stray cat named Lucy last year. Lucy is around two years old. Christmas puts up with her and can still hold his own, although I keep an eye out on them. They have never been declawed which has rarely been a problem. Can you imagine an active two year old girl wanting to play with a 99 year old man. It is funny because they just sit and swipe paws back and forth like taking turns. But they don't touch each other...just swipe..... I guess I am writing this because I know the time is drawing near that I will have to go on living without my best friend.