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Oct. 27th, 2008 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jillithianSo, Mom visited this weekend from Florida and was lucky enough to experience our first dusting of snow yesterday morning. hee hee
Good news and sad news.
Good news: my brother was in Chicago last weekend interviewing for an accounting position at a big firm and will be in NYC in two weeks for another interview. The place he interned at this summer has already offered him a position after he graduates in December, and my dad's friend has offered him a tax season position in January, but he wants to check all of his options first. It's pretty awesome that he has these opportunities waiting for him before he even graduates. That smart-ass kid is going to probably make more in his first job out of college than I am now. And I'm ok with that. :)
Sad news: my parents are going to be putting Sandy to sleep soon. She'd be 18 in February. She's a sweet cat - not nearly as ornery as History - but has been getting lost and worried in the house and has a real tough time if a daily schedule is not strictly followed (Mom has been traveling a lot this month and so Dad has been cleaning up messes).
We got Sandy in 1991 when we lived in International Falls. She was free from a farm. A couple of months later, we got Mickey the dog. Both were in kitten/puppy stages so they didn't know the difference between each other even after Mickey grew to be 40 pounds and Sandy stayed at her petite 8. Mickey would roll over on her side and Sandy would lunge at her neck, kicking and biting and clawing. Sandy would have a permanent dog-spit mohawk on her neck. Then they'd curl up together and take naps. In International Falls, we lived on the lake and had neighbors with two big black labs. Once she decided to run to the end of the dock and jump into the lake, rather than become dog food. She'd come for boat rides with us up to the cabin, and if it got too hot, my dad would set her into the lake to cool her off. She'd swim back to shore to lick herself dry. I'd always giggle because her butt seemed to be so much more bouyant than the rest of her when she swam.
She survived the move to Wakesha, WI, Germantown, WI, Rogers, MN, St. Cloud, MN (for a couple of weeks while my parents were moving), and then down to Dunedin and Palm Harbor, FL. She outlived Mickey, who got hit by a car in Rogers. She survived History - who kicked her out of my bed, my lap, and her favorite chair at the dining room table. And Sandy still greets me with rubs and purrs when I see her every other year at my parents' house. She survived my dad who makes it a point to be as pest-like as possible when it comes to pets (I inherited it from him). He'd always be such a bother to her, but you'd find them later taking naps together on the couch.
And right now I'm thinking of her face and I'm trying not to cry. I realize that almost 18 years is a very long time for a cat, but I'll miss her.
Good news and sad news.
Good news: my brother was in Chicago last weekend interviewing for an accounting position at a big firm and will be in NYC in two weeks for another interview. The place he interned at this summer has already offered him a position after he graduates in December, and my dad's friend has offered him a tax season position in January, but he wants to check all of his options first. It's pretty awesome that he has these opportunities waiting for him before he even graduates. That smart-ass kid is going to probably make more in his first job out of college than I am now. And I'm ok with that. :)
Sad news: my parents are going to be putting Sandy to sleep soon. She'd be 18 in February. She's a sweet cat - not nearly as ornery as History - but has been getting lost and worried in the house and has a real tough time if a daily schedule is not strictly followed (Mom has been traveling a lot this month and so Dad has been cleaning up messes).
We got Sandy in 1991 when we lived in International Falls. She was free from a farm. A couple of months later, we got Mickey the dog. Both were in kitten/puppy stages so they didn't know the difference between each other even after Mickey grew to be 40 pounds and Sandy stayed at her petite 8. Mickey would roll over on her side and Sandy would lunge at her neck, kicking and biting and clawing. Sandy would have a permanent dog-spit mohawk on her neck. Then they'd curl up together and take naps. In International Falls, we lived on the lake and had neighbors with two big black labs. Once she decided to run to the end of the dock and jump into the lake, rather than become dog food. She'd come for boat rides with us up to the cabin, and if it got too hot, my dad would set her into the lake to cool her off. She'd swim back to shore to lick herself dry. I'd always giggle because her butt seemed to be so much more bouyant than the rest of her when she swam.
She survived the move to Wakesha, WI, Germantown, WI, Rogers, MN, St. Cloud, MN (for a couple of weeks while my parents were moving), and then down to Dunedin and Palm Harbor, FL. She outlived Mickey, who got hit by a car in Rogers. She survived History - who kicked her out of my bed, my lap, and her favorite chair at the dining room table. And Sandy still greets me with rubs and purrs when I see her every other year at my parents' house. She survived my dad who makes it a point to be as pest-like as possible when it comes to pets (I inherited it from him). He'd always be such a bother to her, but you'd find them later taking naps together on the couch.
And right now I'm thinking of her face and I'm trying not to cry. I realize that almost 18 years is a very long time for a cat, but I'll miss her.
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Date: 2008-10-27 10:50 pm (UTC)She's really beautiful.
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