05/11/2026
Well, it's been one week since the last of the H&W crew joined the others. (I miss you so much, Slippers.) Thank you for all of your kind comments. I read every one.
While my heart is still numb, I'm better each day. Yes, The Crew has left me behind, but I'm not alone. I started to share this in February but immediately deleted the post because I just wasn't ready. I guess it's time.
Friends, please meet Dixie. After we suddenly lost Franky to cancer in January, Slippers started to decline. I knew he was sick, but some (supportive) friends told me he was just lonely. They really meant well. I held out for a bit, but on Valentine's Day (what would have been Mr. Uncle Floozie's 22nd birthday) I came home with this cutie. If I'm being honest, it was a last-ditch effort to make Slippers better. I was desperate. Of course, it didn't make him better, and they never became best friends. But I do think her presence gave him comfort during his last 2 1/2 months. (And I didn't feel so guilty leaving him to go to the grocery store.)
Dixie is the sweetest girl. Because of her, I didn't wake up alone the day after Slippers joined the others. For that I thank her. We are working on a relationship that is all our own. I don't want her to just be the one who kept Slippers company or who slept with Slippers and me every night or who was adopted after Franky left us. I want to make memories that belong just to us. It's difficult to not make comparisons to the ones I shared so many years with. She's 11 1/2, so we'll never have 20, or 18, or 15, or even 11 years together. But I'm looking at 60 toward the end of the year, so I'm not exactly a spring chicken. I told her that it's just us old hags, now. π