Saturday, July 25, 2020


Taking a little bloggy break to hopefully recharge my spirit.
I seem to have lost my direction, and purpose.
Be well dear friends.

Friday, July 24, 2020


Tom-Tilly spends her days watching for Oliver.
I don't have the heart to tell her.....

Thursday, July 23, 2020

Missing You

Thank you for all of the heartfelt sentiments, and sincere comments on Oliver's passing, they truly made my days brighter.
His presence is missed terribly around the house, I call his name repeatedly not thinking he is no longer with us.
I hear his meow, and most of all, I miss his quirky snoring in the middle of the night.
RIP my boy.๐Ÿงก

"If every time I thought of you, a star fell,
Well....the sky would be empty."

Saturday, July 18, 2020

My Oliver

It is with great sadness that I'm writing to tell you our big,  beautiful boy Oliver has slipped away from us. Despite his brave and heroic battle , the cruel and unforgiving disease has taken him away.
He passed, cradled in my arms, as I whispered my love and adoration for him.
Godspeed my ginger boy, you will be missed beyond words.


I Loved You Best

So this is where we part, My Friend,
And you'll run on, around the bend.
Gone from sight, but not from mind,
New pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on; I'll find the strength,
Life measures quality, not it's length.
One long embrace before you leave,
Share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,
But they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
Will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
Take with you this....I loved you best.

~Jim Willis 

Oliver 2008 -July 17 2020

Saturday, July 11, 2020

Through The Garden Gate

Sunshine and the humming of bees.
It makes for happy flowers.


Monday, July 6, 2020

Simpler Times

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.

~Ada Louise Huxtable