After about six months of cleaning, scrubbing, spraying, foiling, recleaning, spraying, yelling, kicking...You get the point, we have said goodbye to an old friend. He was my first pet. He is famous. He is what legends are made of. He poops and pees in the house. We have tried everything we could to get him to stop, he would not. There are times when enough is enough, and with the arrival of a niece and several friends that have small children it is no longer acceptable. I know it is cliche but he went to a farm. A friend who loves animals has assured me (several times) he will be taken care of, but still I will worry, and I will really will miss him.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Losing the Battle.
Posted by The Kid at 9:57 PM
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3 comments:
you did not lose the battle, one use of time is to make us brave enough to make decisions that allow for necessary change
I am so sorry to see Buddy go! Short of sending him to a feline psychiatrist, I'm not sure what else you could do. I agree with Dr. Dolittle - it was a brave decision on your part. I'm sure Buddy will be very happy - who wouldn't like to live on a farm!
Budweiser, be strong. We will miss ye.
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