Such a good friend

Last week, I had to stay up until 1 AM doing some things for my Board of
Directors and Otis kept me good company until I went to bed. He tried to
rest on the keyboard, my hands, and my lap, before settling in just by my
feet. When I finished, he trotted upstairs with me and we had a big cuddle
and love-in before going to sleep.

I was in feeding the baby in the middle of the night a couple of nights ago
and, as he most often is, Otis was waiting for me outside the door when I
was finished. When I got to bed, Fred said that, before I even turned the
door handle to leave Andrew's room, Otis was off the bed coming to see me.
He must have known how the floor creaks when I walk to the door and have
been listening for it. Again, more cuddles and purrs before drifting off to
sleep.

Even when he's outside, he comes to see me and tries to get on my lap when I
sit down. He is my ever-present devoted buddy and enriches my life by being
here. Every once in a blue moon, I allow myself to wonder what it might be
like when he's gone. I can't imagine the grief.

Susan M
Otis and Chester

Susan M wrote:

Even when he's outside, he comes to see me and tries to get on my lap when I
sit down. He is my ever-present devoted buddy and enriches my life by being
here. Every once in a blue moon, I allow myself to wonder what it might be
like when he's gone. I can't imagine the grief.

Frank was like that, my constant shadow. Nothing can fill that void.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.

On Sun, 24 Jun 2007 21:48:21 -0600, "Susan M"
yodeled:

Last week, I had to stay up until 1 AM doing some things for my Board of
Directors and Otis kept me good company until I went to bed. He tried to
rest on the keyboard, my hands, and my lap, before settling in just by my
feet. When I finished, he trotted upstairs with me and we had a big cuddle
and love-in before going to sleep.

I was in feeding the baby in the middle of the night a couple of nights ago
and, as he most often is, Otis was waiting for me outside the door when I
was finished. When I got to bed, Fred said that, before I even turned the
door handle to leave Andrew's room, Otis was off the bed coming to see me.
He must have known how the floor creaks when I walk to the door and have
been listening for it. Again, more cuddles and purrs before drifting off to
sleep.

Even when he's outside, he comes to see me and tries to get on my lap when I
sit down. He is my ever-present devoted buddy and enriches my life by being
here. Every once in a blue moon, I allow myself to wonder what it might be
like when he's gone. I can't imagine the grief.

Susan M
Otis and Chester



What a sweetie boy!



Theresa
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Make Levees, Not War

Susan M wrote:
Even when he's outside, he comes to see me and tries to get on my lap when I
sit down. He is my ever-present devoted buddy and enriches my life by being
here. Every once in a blue moon, I allow myself to wonder what it might be
like when he's gone. I can't imagine the grief.

The best we can do is cherish every moment we are given. It's never
enough time. Otis is certainly a great friend.

--
Victor M. Martinez
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Susan M wrote:
Last week, I had to stay up until 1 AM doing some things for my Board of
Directors and Otis kept me good company until I went to bed. He tried to
rest on the keyboard, my hands, and my lap, before settling in just by my
feet. When I finished, he trotted upstairs with me and we had a big cuddle
and love-in before going to sleep.

I was in feeding the baby in the middle of the night a couple of nights ago
and, as he most often is, Otis was waiting for me outside the door when I
was finished. When I got to bed, Fred said that, before I even turned the
door handle to leave Andrew's room, Otis was off the bed coming to see me.
He must have known how the floor creaks when I walk to the door and have
been listening for it. Again, more cuddles and purrs before drifting off to
sleep.

Even when he's outside, he comes to see me and tries to get on my lap when I
sit down. He is my ever-present devoted buddy and enriches my life by being
here. Every once in a blue moon, I allow myself to wonder what it might be
like when he's gone. I can't imagine the grief.

Susan M
Otis and Chester


{{{{{{{Susan}}}}}}}

I do the same, especially with Internet. You can never really prepare
yourself. All you can do is enjoy each day and love on them as much as
you can.

Scritches to Otis (and Chester, too).

Ginger-lyn