Charley the dog and the smallest Pack Leader, Abigail.
This past week marked two anniversaries that impacted my life greatly.
Last weekend was the 4 year anniversary of bringing our cat, Abigail, home from her foster home. She was a rescue kitty left with her sister in a box at a pet store about 50 miles away in southern Los Angeles. She was fostered by Cats At The Studios, a cat rescue organization organized by people who care and find homes for the strays that live on the grounds of the Studios. Abigail is a Tuxedo Manx; very sweet, smart, and affectionate to her family and her dog, Charley. It takes her awhile to warm up to new people, but she is very friendly when she does. She is my best bud, and I feel so lucky she has come into my life. Our oldest son named Abigail after a cute and sassy girl character from the Cartoon, "Kids Next Door". It suits her. To own and care for pets is a necessity for me and my well being. Especially a cat, a Manx cat named Abigail.
A few days ago was the 11th anniversary of my Grandma Rose's death. She was 95 years young and one of my best friends. She was sharp and funny until the day she passed and I celebrate and try to emulate her in the way she conducted her life. She was and continues to be a source of unconditional love. She showed me what it is to struggle, overcome, and succeed with her journey as a divorced mom, career woman, and a true and abiding friend to not only me, but to her son, my Dad. Thank you, dear Grandma Rose for all your love and gifts, they have not gone unbidden.
So, by the circumstance of the calendar, I celebrate the flow of unconditional love in my life, both human and feline. I'm a lucky woman indeed.
