Insecure Writers Support Group My apologies for missing last week’s blog hop. My dear Smokey became suddenly very ill with liver failure. There is nothing so difficult and painful as to make the decision to end a loved-one’s life. Worse yet is the guilt, wondering if I missed the cues that her health was on the verge of collapse. On Friday Aug 31st, I gently released her.
On the brighter side, Smokey is now bouncing around in her true home, and probably bossing all the other cats there – and all other creatures and people. No doubt Ralph was there to greet her and help her transition to becoming an awesome spirit.
These terrible days of grieving destroy the impulses to return to my painting and writing. I had been looking forward to a renewed drive to write my third novel and get out my water color paints. Maybe next month.