Time marches on...

I can't believe that Reed's first birthday is just around the corner! It seems like was yesterday I was sitting in the O.R. with Joy when they pulled out our slimy little bundle of love. Now all of the sudden he's 22 pounds and just about ready to walk.
Man, where does the time go?
The most incredible part of this journey so far has been watching him change as the days go by. He is standing on his own now and will take a few steps, but not quite full-on walking yet.

His personality is also rapidly developing...tantrums and all!


Maybe his teeth will come in at the same time he starts walking. But if they don't that's o.k. too. They will be here sooner or later. All in good time.

I wish Joel could have been here to see all of this.

As far as Sheba goes,I have reached the acceptance part of the grieving. There will always be a part of me that misses that nasty, old cat, but it gets easier to deal with as the days go by.

Boy, was she a bitch when she was younger! If anyone other than Joy or myself tried to get near her, they would risk loosing a finger, or a limb. Sometimes she would just go after someone for no reason whatsoever.

I remember a time when one of Joy's friends was sitting on the couch, and Sheba crept up behind her, growled, then smacked her multiple times in the back of her head...Thank God she was de-clawed.

I got a good laugh out of that one!

Tomorrow Joy goes to pick up her ashes. We have also ordered a cat funeral urn from Venice Clay to put the ashes in.



And yes, it does come with a lid.