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threeplusfireToday I made my pilgrimage to the Metropoltian Museum of Art, which remains my favorite museum of all the places I have ever been. I love it there, from sitting outside on a bench in the cold sunshine to wandering the labyrinth of halls. The Egyptian Wing is the best place, and I make my peace with the universe walking around the Temple of Dendur. It is such a weirdly compelling and beautiful thing. I always want to sit there for hours.
I also the Tiffany windows, a lot of European housewares from the 18th century, and the Sevres porcelain. Few things are so lovely and strange.
It's been a rough day, not the least of which was cutting open the larger-than-a-quarter size blister on the sole of my left foot. I talked to my mother tonight, and my cat Hannah died. She had thyroid problems for a few years, and had to take pills every day. She just slipped away in her sleep; my mother believes it was her heart. I should take comfort in that she didn't seem sick, that she didn't suffer or have to spend days at the clinic getting tested and measured. But it hurts, the bone deep sense of loss. Hannah was one of our rescue kitties. I named her, and looked after her while we fixed her broken kitten shoulder. She was a sweet, lazy tortoise shell cat.
It hurts, it hurts, and I wish I was at home in my own room so I could curl up in my bed.
I also the Tiffany windows, a lot of European housewares from the 18th century, and the Sevres porcelain. Few things are so lovely and strange.
It's been a rough day, not the least of which was cutting open the larger-than-a-quarter size blister on the sole of my left foot. I talked to my mother tonight, and my cat Hannah died. She had thyroid problems for a few years, and had to take pills every day. She just slipped away in her sleep; my mother believes it was her heart. I should take comfort in that she didn't seem sick, that she didn't suffer or have to spend days at the clinic getting tested and measured. But it hurts, the bone deep sense of loss. Hannah was one of our rescue kitties. I named her, and looked after her while we fixed her broken kitten shoulder. She was a sweet, lazy tortoise shell cat.
It hurts, it hurts, and I wish I was at home in my own room so I could curl up in my bed.
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Date: 2006-09-23 04:13 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2006-09-23 12:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-23 06:31 pm (UTC)I don't really have anything useful to say about Hannah; this too shall pass, she's in a better place, not in pain anymore, etc. Because sure, yeah. Our dog Misty was getting on eighteen when she died, had doggy dementia, severe and painful arthritis of the hips, mostly blind and deaf-- we eventually had her put to sleep because it was painful to watch her suffer, but it still hurt to do it. :(
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Date: 2006-09-24 08:49 am (UTC)Time for a trip back to the temple of Dendur?
*HUGs*
Still recommend non-friction socks for mega-walking. There a camping supplies store anywhere locally?
Apparently really serious walkers recommend 2 pairs of non-friction socks, & a size larger than normal pair of boots! Though that might look kinda daft in NY?
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Date: 2006-09-24 10:37 pm (UTC)I love this poem, and I hope it helps:
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...