she/her
It is with great sadness that I share the news that my sweet boy, Jaspurr, left us this past Tuesday evening. He was about a year old when he marched into my lap, lay down purring, and claimed me. And he was glued to my side for twelve years. My kids accused me of loving him more than them. Some days they weren't wrong. He's still with me, just not as easy to see all the time.
Rest easy, sweet boy.
#Jaspurr 2006--5/14/2019. #mastocats
we wade
our way into
the solitude of
this winter's
morning
a day beyond
the storm
the only sound,
this burst of
wind, reminding
us to blink
for some tears
only come
in the cold
While I wasn’t aware that my body was capable of this kind of all-out gastric assault, I have already learned what my response to pain is...elevated blood pressure and exhaustion. I stayed awake long enough to call off from work, then sorta crashed. Had to prop myself up cause this is one of the rare times when gravity is a friend. And we all know how well I sleep propped up. I don’t.
My gut roiled till almost one. But it’s been okayish since. I have no idea what precipitated this.
Posted an update on #Jaspurr last night. #Mastocats
I joking say the Jaspurr is my familiar. Except that I’m only half joking. He adopted me almost 12 years ago. We were without any pets and went to a foster house to check out a few potential cats. When I sat down on the floor he walked right onto my lap and has been by my side ever since. He’s...