Don't most events in our lives happen by chance? I hope to share with you the chance observations and experiences of my travels. And I offer a chance for you to comment as well. Add to that my fond affection for my late cat, Chance, who was afflicted with feline leukemia and died of cancer, and you will see why "chance" has a special meaning in my life. By chance, the adventure continues and can be shared...
The drive into work this morning certainly wasn't an easy go… The roads were messy and slippery … and it was just too cold!! But the change was amazing by the time I left work at 2 p.m. The sun was shining, the roads were clear and it was just too beautiful NOT to take a walk outside. My yard was perfect, as these photos clearly show. Still, I am looking forward to the snow making a quick exit -- and not returning until Christmas Eve!
I can vaguely remember back in the autumn when I actually was looking forward to cold weather and perhaps a bit of snow from time to time. At this point I can't even begin to say how fed up I am with the white stuff. Anyone disagree? It may look pretty, but I want spring!!
This past week was a very sad one at our home. We had to say goodbye to Beatrice, our cat who had been diagnosed with cancer more than a year ago. She has always been a strong-willed kitty, and she surprised everyone by fighting this disease for such a long time. But last week that fight came to an end, and she crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
When Beatrice showed up in our yard so many years ago, she was obviously pregnant. My daughter named her Beatrice, which we later found out meant "bringer of joy and happiness." Well, she was the "bringer" of four kittens, and two of them made their home with us, as did Beatrice. The other two kittens found new forever homes, but Shel and her brother, Zombie, adopted us. We lost Zombie to another form of cancer several years ago, another very sad time.
One year, Beatrice was featured on some of our Christmas cards. She always seemed to have a rather surly look on her face. We often joked that if she were a human, she probably would have a cigarette in one hand and a shot of whiskey in the other.
But her personality was just one of her charms that we will dearly miss. Each cat certainly has his or her own personality. And Beatrice made no bones about being one tough lady.
But she also was a love!
Beatrice loved to lounge on the windowsill and take in the great outdoors. We will miss her presence.
Here daughter Shel and Beatrice snuggle in front of the fire. Shel loved constantly being with her mom… She misses Beatrice so much.
The photo below was taken on her last night with us … Beatrice so loved the fireplace. She brought so much joy to our home … and has left a major void.