Ode to the garden, damn the lawn.
Here's her TED talk.
Dug up some of the foxtail grass, as much as I could identify, and laid down black mustard seed. With luck, my neighbors who like mustard greens will have a harvest later in the summer again. Another neighbor has been enjoying the green onions, as per my invitation. I'm happy to provide fresh greens.
The fennel is coming up in back, the rose stems are green. I turned most of the wintering compost pile, until my back called it for the day. The crowding out of weeds continues. Got a class on berries this Saturday from the community gardens.
Moby seems to be doing a bit better today, which is a slight relief. We have decided to delay any discussions of the inevitable until it actually happens, the vet is coming by this week. We've heard so often that they'll let us know, so we are trusting that Moby will let us know when it's time to stop. And treasure each day that we still have him. The tears well up, and we let them fall.
3 comments:
Thinking of you and Moby. I had to say goodbye to my beautiful old cat last December and I still miss him. Treasure each day; he'll let you know when it's time, just as he knows that he's loved.
Jan,
Hugs for your loss. Cats will haunt you, won't they?
We are trusting the many stories that they tell us when they are ready. That's what we are waiting for, the day when he tells us 'ok, enough.' Not there yet, he still eats and drinks, sits on Dylan's lap, goes outside. But we know this is the last stretch, however long it is. So, we savor each moment, and wait.
Mine was gradually slowing and failing, but I hoped he might make it to 19 thie March. Suddenly we ran out of road, after a rollercoaster week. He spent his last night in bed with me, snuggled up on my shoulder, and was content. In the morning, he woke and tried to stagger to the litter tray, but collapsed. I carried him downstairs and let him out at the front door, but he collapsed again. We got him to the vet, who checked him over and watched him try to walk. It was obvious to me that Granite was dying. The vet talked it through with me, offering possible treatments, and my view was that if I tried any heroic measures they would be for me, and not for my much-loved cat. So I took that toughest of decisions, and held Granite as he died swiftly but very peacefully. The vet said it was so fast, I had made the right choice...and the kindest.
Please don't feel you have to post this, but I wanted you to know how it was. Thank you for what you said, and I'll be thinking of you. Hugs. Jxx
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