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into the wild.

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 a kind tribute

to my little himilayan irish kitty

yeti kennedy

from my compassionate vet’s office

in a perfect circle  

he

appeared from the wild

returned to the wild.

“trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.”

― karen joy fowler 

the art of living.

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 the littlest yeti

the bravest warrior

the sweetest brother to olive

 lived with a disease he valiantly fought

 made it to his first birthday

 filled with crazy fun and sass

left the earth as suddenly as he appeared

as yetis sometimes do. 

“all the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”

~ havelock ellis

awkward.

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seemingly overnight

baby yeti

has transformed from a crazy toddler with mini claws and fuzzy fur

 into an awkward, gawky teenager

who’s not quite sure what to do

with his newly stretched out body and all his parts

can’t wait for the

 sassiness

storming off to his room

eye-rolling

questionable choices

acting like he doesn’t know who i am

mercurial emotions

and the puberty talks.

 

“no matter where you are or where you grow up,

you always go through the same awkward moments of being a teenager

and growing up trying to figure out who you are.”

-aimee teegarden

the best time is now.

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what impeccable timing

as soon as i had finished working on puzzles

on my favorite old table

putting pen to my journal instead

olive also changed hobbies

from puzzling to journaling

at exactly

the same time and place

simpatico.

“the best time to begin keeping a journal is whenever you decide to.”
― Hannah Hinchman, A Life in Hand

“i’ve decided that the best time is now.

the puzzles are gone, there are no open spaces in a puzzle to fill in by laying on them with my body,

no pieces to quietly and slowly push off the table with my paw, and no frame to snag and break apart with my claw.

perfect time to begin a journal.”

-olive

attention.

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i get the feeling olive is in need of a bit more attention from me.

above, olive tries to add herself

into the frida self-portrait puzzle

disguising herself

as the 4th animal in the picture

a bird, a monkey, and now,

2 black cats instead of 1.

below, olive tries to add herself

into a cable news show

disguising herself

as the special guest co-host.

just a hunch. 

 

“give whatever you are doing and whoever you are with the gift of your attention.”

-jim rohn

dramatist.

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olive the cat not the oil

cooly waits beneath the tree

acting as though she has not even noticed 

this new 6-foot thing in our living room

with lots of moving and dangling and twirling things on it

after i put it all up and walk away

she plans out her next day of play

knowing that i’ll be leaving for school

early in the morning. 

“the cat is, above all things, a dramatist. ”     

-margaret benson

 

all part of one another.

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what a totally unexpected and much appreciated kindness:

 a sympathy card in the mail

signed by every person in my vet’s office

after helping my pet to pass on peacefully

on my last trip there.

“the whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness

of the interdependence of all these living beings,

which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another.”

-thomas merton

encore une fois. (once again)

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glenn frey the rocker, (r.i.p.) and the eagles returning for one of many expected encores. 

glenn frey the cat has returned for a very unexpected encore.

his doctor gave him a last minute reprieve

offered him another chance

with new protocols and fingers crossed.

it may not last long

 he’s not in pain

and is purring again

so we’ll take it one encore at a time.

he and i were both equally surprised

olive took it all in stride.

 glenn still has no idea how big he really is

the lumbering giant

thinks he’s a kitten

knocking over everything in his way

he’s lived at least 3 lives since i’ve known him

that means 6ish still to go

and he’s still not ready to leave the stage for good, just yet.

“the encore is the short piece after the program has finished,

where the performer brings out something the audience doesn’t expect.”

-hillary hahn

 

 

our last day.

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we spent our last day together

glenn frey the cat, not the rocker

olive the cat, not the oil

and me.

glenn has taken a turn for the worse

and is quickly slowing down

resting in his favorite place

with olive refusing to leave his side

the three of us

sit in the quiet

just breathing

looking out at the signs

of the seasons changing

taking in the breezes.

i think back to his multiple rescues

his funny, crazy ways

his very loud voice

how i often spelled his name wrong

how he acted tough at first

but was really such a gentle giant

how he tried to camouflage himself in the vines and flowers

how he welcomed another rescue, tiny olive

into our little family.

in the morning

there will be

just two of us left

when we return to this room

as we say farewell

to our sweet friend, glenn frey.

even the flowers are sad.