Meanderings and mutterings. Cats. Garden. Weather.
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
Late
Nine days after Housiversary. It's been eight years. This is going to get harder as the years go on. I missed it completely this year, and I feel a bit bad.
I think House and Beloved Occupants grow so comfortable with each other that they become one; after awhile they forget to remind each other of their mutual love.
House knows you love her. You have repaired her wounds and and addressed problems of aging; you have presented your cat friends to her, whom she has welcomed: she mourned the loss of Moby the Great with you, then made Zeppo welcome. She has shown the new Prince all the places treasured by Moby the Great, encouraging him to be at peace. House has, above all, provided shelter and emotional sustenance, warmth, safe haven and protection against the rest of the world for all her beloveds.
House reflects the gratitude you hold in your hearts for the good fortune of being together. Happy anniversary, and I hope you all have many more love-filled years together!
4 comments:
It is a house worth loving, and garden too.
You have been there twice as long as we have lived in our present house.
gz,
Time flies.
I think House and Beloved Occupants grow so comfortable with each other that they become one; after awhile they forget to remind each other of their mutual love.
House knows you love her. You have repaired her wounds and and addressed problems of aging; you have presented your cat friends to her, whom she has welcomed: she mourned the loss of Moby the Great with you, then made Zeppo welcome. She has shown the new Prince all the places treasured by Moby the Great, encouraging him to be at peace. House has, above all, provided shelter and emotional sustenance, warmth, safe haven and protection against the rest of the world for all her beloveds.
House reflects the gratitude you hold in your hearts for the good fortune of being together. Happy anniversary, and I hope you all have many more love-filled years together!
Oh, Crow,
Like how I often forget my own age, or birthday.
And Zeppo sat in Moby's places so often. He knows.
Ok, you got me crying.
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