tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458786710697760224.post1375329203130931618..comments2023-09-07T03:46:07.252-07:00Comments on Or Words to that Effect...: This one sort of called out to me...randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16659230610436922709noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458786710697760224.post-62626984135814540342012-01-13T14:55:08.365-08:002012-01-13T14:55:08.365-08:00That's grand randy. Two lives saved. Hugs, ...That's grand randy. Two lives saved. Hugs, ScottieScottiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06355524255020038817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458786710697760224.post-52287978408362568592012-01-13T11:49:54.857-08:002012-01-13T11:49:54.857-08:00Hi Scottie;
Aren't they great! Perhaps that...Hi Scottie;<br /> Aren't they great! Perhaps that is why dogs, and in this case cats, are called "Man's best friend" - because they do love no matter what. <br /> Hey = good news on the shop cat. A home was found for it. An elderly lady, housebound. Her cat just recently passed away, so this one will be needed and loved.<br /><br />hugs!<br />randy.randyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16659230610436922709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458786710697760224.post-25711363235870670802012-01-13T10:02:35.928-08:002012-01-13T10:02:35.928-08:00oh man, Randy I know the days of being so tired. ...oh man, Randy I know the days of being so tired. But I am so lucky I never think of my self as "broken". Once I was really down on myself for the failure of my body, and as a little boy I used to ask "why me, what is wrong with me" during those horrible times. <br /><br />But I learned that my body doesn't make me who I am, my past is not who I am. I am not broken. I maybe stress, tired, bitch, angry, happy, loving and worn out. Yup basically human in a stressful world. <br /><br />Like you I have come home from a shift, sat on the bed, removed my uniform. Decided I am so tired I can't even look at my email or watch tv and simply lay down in bed and sleep. The thing I can count on is even before my eyes close Milo will be right there beside me, cuddling up against me, sharing warmth and good feelings. The next day all is right in the world again.<br /><br />I wish I could think of a people version of my Milo, a substitution animal love that we could give people who need reassurance that they also are OK, have worth, are loved no matter who or what they are. Until then, I will have to love as many as I can, giving of my self to help as others help me. <br /><br />Hugs and loves. ScottieScottiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06355524255020038817noreply@blogger.com