Memories

I thought my cold was much better when I woke up this morning, but a brief restricted workout with my trainer was enough to exhaust me.  I don't feel up to going outside, despite the lovely sunshine, so I thought I would break the rules by posting this photo I took yesterday at my sister's house.

Endless Weekend's painting is of me and Blackberry, a wonderful cat with whom I had a long love affair.  She adored me; whenever I came to visit, she would climb onto my chest, stretch out and just lie there and purr.  I could hold her on my shoulder and hug her, and she was happy to be there.  Even when she got old and infirm, I was still her pal.  In the end I was the one who had to take her to the vet when she developed congestive heart failure, and hold her while she was put to sleep.  I cried my heart out.

She was not always sweet - in fact she ruled the roost at EW's house, lording it over the two male cats and intimidating them fiercely.  I've seen them hesitate to enter a room if they thought she might be lying in wait ready to attack.  All three cats are gone now, just memories.  Blackberry was the best.