WE LOVE YOU, CLYDE
Monday, May 02, 2005
About Me
- Name: Snave
- Location: La Grande, Oregon, United States
I am a native eastern Oregonian, and have lived here 50 of my 62 years. I left at 20, but was back by age 32 to be near my parents to help them in times of need. I don't fit in politically here because I view things from a decidedly left wing perspective... but that's o.k. because I love the people, I love the area and for the most part I like living here. I enjoy family time, listening to music, reading books, traveling, bird watching, hiking, backpacking, watching movies, keeping up on politics, watching sports, sitting at the computer so much I get sores on my ass, and playing music... if you need a band for your party or celebration, let me know; I play keyboards and sing for a rock and roll band, and we do mostly "classic rock". (I also like to play guitar and bass and other instruments, but those are for my private enjoyment only!) I am mainly an agnostic/skeptic, but would consider myself spiritual. I work in schools and in clinical settings as a speech/language therapist. It is enjoyable work and it pays some of the bills. I have a rather unpredictable sense of humor, which can get me in trouble at times, but hey, is life worth living without laughter? I think not!
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3 Comments:
Sorry about Clyde. He was a good kitty.
Yes, he was... the other kitties were out in the carport this evening, pacing around, looking for him. My dad took the Clydicorpse to the cat crematorium for us yesterday, and he saved the box in which the veterinarian had placed the body. I let the other kitties sniff the box, and they seemed to be less agitated afterward. (Ideally, I guess you're supposed to let the other cats see the dead one, sniff it, and fully realize it's gone.)
12 years is quite a long time to have a pet. He was truly one of the Good Old Boys!
Thanks for the comment, J.
I don't really think there is such a place as "Heaven" where people go after life, but I have always thought it's what you make here on Earth, that is, Heaven or Hell. Pets sure can make a person's life more heavenly, anyway!
And if Hank is ever missing, you know where to find him!
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