Lorraine, I lost my Spotty angel on 4/30/24 after she stopped eating. We admitted her to the emergency hospital the evening of 4/29. They called the next morning to tell us it was lymphoma, which is never caught early in cats, and is always fatal. We sent her to rest that afternoon. She is my profile picture.
She was rescued off the street in Antigua, Guatemala, where we lived at the time, in June 2019, at about 6 months old. Spotty was my heart cat. Although it’s become a bit easier over the months, the grief still knocks me over, especially when I write about her.
Not to take anything away from the crushing losses you’ve experienced recently, but please know I understand. Enjoy your cruise and dives. Forget about all the awfulness. It will still be here when you return, and so will we. 💜🫂
*HUGS* So very sorry for your loss, Lorraine. Hope you are well and that you're enjoying your cruise in spite of everything. Please stay strong. Sending love and light to you and yours.
Fabulous. Love how you found her the way that you did. I would keep her by your side now with the weather so funky. Is she, I forgot the word, where they implant an id, in case one gets lost? She’s gorgeous. What happened to the other kitties? My Gianina is finally on the mend, but she is showing her years. At 16 she’s 112 in human yrs, I think. Bits and pieces of all of us either need replacing or fall off altogether. Gia lost most of her hair and her eyesight is not so good but she’s my bed buddy and the best part is she doesn’t snore.
So that's where you popped off to. Wondered where. So sorry about George. That's a hard one. It's never easy and one never forgets - ever. When do you return? Just take care and be safe. Watch your fins.
Breathe. You are dealing with a lot. I'm sorry about the loss of George. Fires and politics have become unimaginable and so ver frightening. I hope your recharge time does exactly that.
Ugh...it is a horrible feeling when we lose a part of our family. The only very small consolation I ever have is when you know you rescued them from an unknown fate, then went on to provide them with their very best life possible. Sounds like a change in continents was desperately needed! Enjoy while you can. 🤍
What a hard time you Angelenos have had. Losing a treasured four-legged member of the family just digs at the heart even more. I'm so sorry for that extra heartache.
I'm glad to hear that your home is safe, that Floofies comes home every day and that you are away with new grounds to explore. A good bit of R & R is in order. Be well.
Oh, no, I am so sorry for the loss of George. 💔I believe we owe them so much for all they give us, and it's sometimes too much when we feel unworthy of their gifts. But there is wisdom in acceptance, even when we do not understand the bigger picture.
I just posted a note saying that Monday January 20th will be a day to throw so much kindness and generosity at the world in honor of MLK, that it pushes gravity around! Aggressive giving to those in need. We can push back at the evil with good. Safe travel, my friend! xox Kate
Much love, Lorraine. We’re so lucky to have those special animals in our lives with the time we’ve been given, but I know how hard it can be when you miss them ❤️ you look gorgeous and happy! Have a wonderful time.
Thank you for a calming and thoughtful moment with your words and images. May the future days show our strengths in the coming storm . May the bravery of the fire fighters and all who are helping know how much they are appreciated. May our lost pets find their way home or the way to heaven while we keep their loving souls in our own hearts. And may a bit of our own good fortune be shared with those who need it most.
In a world veiled in darkness, my grandmother found her light in the tactile whispers of point print. At three months old, her eyes may have betrayed her, but her spirit was as sighted as ever. The Bible and books that filled her days were not defined by their heft or the thickness of their pages, but by the life they breathed into her through their raised dots-a language of touch, a precursor of Braille.
Her slate and stylus were her instruments of correspondence, a bridge between her world and that of her blind friends. With each letter she crafted, her thoughts were etched into existence, her words a tangible presence in a world she could only hear and feel.
Her books would rest on her lap, a foundation of knowledge and faith as solid as the earth itself. Her fingers, nimble and sure, would dance across the pages, a ballet of sensation and understanding. The dots beneath her touch would rise to meet her, eager to share their secrets and stories.
I remember the sound of her voice, rich and warm, as she read aloud. It was a melody that resonated with wisdom and resilience, a testimony to her ability to navigate a world that was not built for her. Her dexterity was a marvel, her fingers moving with a grace that belied their age.
Those books, the stylus, the slate-they were more than mere objects. They are the legacy of a woman who refused to be defined by her limitations, and who embraced the world with hands wide open. They are cherished not only for what they are but for what they represent: the indomitable will of my grandmother who saw more clearly with her heart than most do with their eyes.
Roxie, a name that echoed within the walls of our home, was a beacon of resilience and grace. Blindness never dimmed her spirit; it only sharpened her other senses, transforming other daily chores into a display of her remarkable capabilities. Roxie, her domain was the heart of our household kitchen- where she reigned with gentle authority and an unerring touch.
As our dishwasher, Roxie's fingers were like whispers over porcelain, detecting and erasing the slightest imperfection. Plates and utensils gleamed under her meticulous care; each one emerging from her hands as if they were new. It was a dance of fingertips and water, a silent symphony played out on ceramic and metal.
The snapping of green beans was a ritual she performed with a surgeon's precision. Each bean was a conversation between her fingers and the vegetable's hidden strings. She would hold the snapped pieces to her cheek, a gesture as tender as a mother's touch, ensuring not a single string remained to mar the perfection of her task.
Shelling peas was a task she cherished, a moment of peace in the rhythm of the day. The pea pods would yield to her deft fingers, splitting open to reveal their hidden treasures. The bowl would fill, each pea a testament to her skill, and the sound of the shells parting was a familiar refrain in the melody of our family life.
Grandma Roxie, as we fondly called her, was more than just a member of our family. She was a symbol of unwavering strength, a reminder that the human spirit can adapt and thrive. Her legacy is etched not only in the well-worn pages of her point print books but in the very essence of our home. She is unforgettable, a cherished memory that continues to inspire and guide us.
This is proudly my memories of a grand blind lady who greatly influenced my life and character.
Enjoy. RIP George. Thank you for Mandeville Canyon pic. Inferno! I visited patients there. My prayers are with the families and loved ones surviving. Please enjoy your trip down under and extend if possible. We are in this together. Peace.
Thank you for you know what. I was surprised as no notification came through at first but the next day was able to discover what it was. Thank you. SO, you were heavily on my mind today. So, GLAD to see you off with the splendid possibility of adventure beyond the pale gruesome facts. Those pictures of George are so precious. All of what you share with us who read you of your life is a gift!
I regret so much your losing George. It is so hard to get over losing an animal that loved you with all of its heart. The cruise may help. So sorry.
I can’t stop crying. It happened so fast. Thanks for the kindness Carl. 🥰
Lorraine, I lost my Spotty angel on 4/30/24 after she stopped eating. We admitted her to the emergency hospital the evening of 4/29. They called the next morning to tell us it was lymphoma, which is never caught early in cats, and is always fatal. We sent her to rest that afternoon. She is my profile picture.
She was rescued off the street in Antigua, Guatemala, where we lived at the time, in June 2019, at about 6 months old. Spotty was my heart cat. Although it’s become a bit easier over the months, the grief still knocks me over, especially when I write about her.
Not to take anything away from the crushing losses you’ve experienced recently, but please know I understand. Enjoy your cruise and dives. Forget about all the awfulness. It will still be here when you return, and so will we. 💜🫂
*HUGS* So very sorry for your loss, Lorraine. Hope you are well and that you're enjoying your cruise in spite of everything. Please stay strong. Sending love and light to you and yours.
Love and light back to you Chris 🥰
Take care and recharge! Great pictures.
Hank you dear Stanley. Sorry I’ve missed your posts the past few days. 🥰
Ha ha, as busy as you are I am honored you read eve one. By the way, my wife just bought your last book before the most recent one.
💗So happy to see you happy and well 💐
Thank you so much Laura. It's almost a forced smile. But being surrounded by wonderful people does help.
I do understand that forced smile....hang in Bella
Is Floofles a he? Hopefully the inferno will be out by the time you get back. This tragedy has gone on long enough already.
Floofles is a she. I discovered her with five adorable kittens in our hillside about 10 years ago. They have been my life ever since.
Fabulous. Love how you found her the way that you did. I would keep her by your side now with the weather so funky. Is she, I forgot the word, where they implant an id, in case one gets lost? She’s gorgeous. What happened to the other kitties? My Gianina is finally on the mend, but she is showing her years. At 16 she’s 112 in human yrs, I think. Bits and pieces of all of us either need replacing or fall off altogether. Gia lost most of her hair and her eyesight is not so good but she’s my bed buddy and the best part is she doesn’t snore.
So that's where you popped off to. Wondered where. So sorry about George. That's a hard one. It's never easy and one never forgets - ever. When do you return? Just take care and be safe. Watch your fins.
Yes sorry I haven’t checked in much. Thank you Samantha. Will keep my fins off the reef. Back Jan 30th. Hugs 🥰
Breathe. You are dealing with a lot. I'm sorry about the loss of George. Fires and politics have become unimaginable and so ver frightening. I hope your recharge time does exactly that.
Great reminder. Namaste Gracie💙🙏🏻
Ugh...it is a horrible feeling when we lose a part of our family. The only very small consolation I ever have is when you know you rescued them from an unknown fate, then went on to provide them with their very best life possible. Sounds like a change in continents was desperately needed! Enjoy while you can. 🤍
So true, Ann. We gave each other the best life. And helped him not suffer when needed. Thank you for the kind words. 🥰
What a hard time you Angelenos have had. Losing a treasured four-legged member of the family just digs at the heart even more. I'm so sorry for that extra heartache.
I'm glad to hear that your home is safe, that Floofies comes home every day and that you are away with new grounds to explore. A good bit of R & R is in order. Be well.
Thanks for the kind words, Carol. Namaste 🥰
I’m so sorry about losing George…it is such a heartbreak 💔😢
Thanks Doreen. Such a loss. But he was a blessing.
Oh, no, I am so sorry for the loss of George. 💔I believe we owe them so much for all they give us, and it's sometimes too much when we feel unworthy of their gifts. But there is wisdom in acceptance, even when we do not understand the bigger picture.
I just posted a note saying that Monday January 20th will be a day to throw so much kindness and generosity at the world in honor of MLK, that it pushes gravity around! Aggressive giving to those in need. We can push back at the evil with good. Safe travel, my friend! xox Kate
I love this! Thanks Kate🥰
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Much love, Lorraine. We’re so lucky to have those special animals in our lives with the time we’ve been given, but I know how hard it can be when you miss them ❤️ you look gorgeous and happy! Have a wonderful time.
It’s the hardest part but so worth it. Thank you Reda.
Thank you for a calming and thoughtful moment with your words and images. May the future days show our strengths in the coming storm . May the bravery of the fire fighters and all who are helping know how much they are appreciated. May our lost pets find their way home or the way to heaven while we keep their loving souls in our own hearts. And may a bit of our own good fortune be shared with those who need it most.
It makes us stronger Elyse. Sending hugs 🥰
ROXIE, MY BLIND GRANDMOTHER
In a world veiled in darkness, my grandmother found her light in the tactile whispers of point print. At three months old, her eyes may have betrayed her, but her spirit was as sighted as ever. The Bible and books that filled her days were not defined by their heft or the thickness of their pages, but by the life they breathed into her through their raised dots-a language of touch, a precursor of Braille.
Her slate and stylus were her instruments of correspondence, a bridge between her world and that of her blind friends. With each letter she crafted, her thoughts were etched into existence, her words a tangible presence in a world she could only hear and feel.
Her books would rest on her lap, a foundation of knowledge and faith as solid as the earth itself. Her fingers, nimble and sure, would dance across the pages, a ballet of sensation and understanding. The dots beneath her touch would rise to meet her, eager to share their secrets and stories.
I remember the sound of her voice, rich and warm, as she read aloud. It was a melody that resonated with wisdom and resilience, a testimony to her ability to navigate a world that was not built for her. Her dexterity was a marvel, her fingers moving with a grace that belied their age.
Those books, the stylus, the slate-they were more than mere objects. They are the legacy of a woman who refused to be defined by her limitations, and who embraced the world with hands wide open. They are cherished not only for what they are but for what they represent: the indomitable will of my grandmother who saw more clearly with her heart than most do with their eyes.
Roxie, a name that echoed within the walls of our home, was a beacon of resilience and grace. Blindness never dimmed her spirit; it only sharpened her other senses, transforming other daily chores into a display of her remarkable capabilities. Roxie, her domain was the heart of our household kitchen- where she reigned with gentle authority and an unerring touch.
As our dishwasher, Roxie's fingers were like whispers over porcelain, detecting and erasing the slightest imperfection. Plates and utensils gleamed under her meticulous care; each one emerging from her hands as if they were new. It was a dance of fingertips and water, a silent symphony played out on ceramic and metal.
The snapping of green beans was a ritual she performed with a surgeon's precision. Each bean was a conversation between her fingers and the vegetable's hidden strings. She would hold the snapped pieces to her cheek, a gesture as tender as a mother's touch, ensuring not a single string remained to mar the perfection of her task.
Shelling peas was a task she cherished, a moment of peace in the rhythm of the day. The pea pods would yield to her deft fingers, splitting open to reveal their hidden treasures. The bowl would fill, each pea a testament to her skill, and the sound of the shells parting was a familiar refrain in the melody of our family life.
Grandma Roxie, as we fondly called her, was more than just a member of our family. She was a symbol of unwavering strength, a reminder that the human spirit can adapt and thrive. Her legacy is etched not only in the well-worn pages of her point print books but in the very essence of our home. She is unforgettable, a cherished memory that continues to inspire and guide us.
This is proudly my memories of a grand blind lady who greatly influenced my life and character.
Her grandson:
peppermiller3011@gmail.com
Profoundly powerful. Thanks for sharing this inspiring magical soul, Pepper🙏🏻💙
Lolo,
Enjoy. RIP George. Thank you for Mandeville Canyon pic. Inferno! I visited patients there. My prayers are with the families and loved ones surviving. Please enjoy your trip down under and extend if possible. We are in this together. Peace.
Peace to you Christopher. Thanks for helping others🙏🏻💙
Thank you for you know what. I was surprised as no notification came through at first but the next day was able to discover what it was. Thank you. SO, you were heavily on my mind today. So, GLAD to see you off with the splendid possibility of adventure beyond the pale gruesome facts. Those pictures of George are so precious. All of what you share with us who read you of your life is a gift!
My pleasure I’m happy to support your writing Lisa🥰