Don't you know I'm still standing
better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor,
feeling like a little kid
~Annie & Elton
Four weeks tomorrow since I came to take over this too quiet geriatric ward they call a home. I was quite the rage at Pet Smart last Saturday, and even had an application submitted, but Mosaic Lady and the nice TAAG Lady just didn't feel that it was my perfect placement.
See that red sweatshirt I'm sleeping on in the laundry/litter/mud room? Walter slept on that sweatshirt during his move from Colorado to North Carolina, and it was still in his carrier on the last day of his life. It came back from the fur doctors, but he did not. You can see some of his furs on it if you look hard. It has not been washed since.
Mosaic Lady nearly threw the red sweatshirt away (along with the black t-shirt she wore that horrible morning, covered with his furs), but she did not. She folded it up and stuck it in the corner of this counter where it sat for three months, sorta out of view, sorta in view. Walter used to nap on this counter atop a big comforter. That did get washed and put away because it was too sad, always empty.
I started napping on this funky, thin, yellow hand towel. One day Mosaic Lady unfolded the red sweatshirt and put it on top of the yellow towel for me.