Me too! (feel better) - the way " a hungry Harold pondered his next move" reminded me of my sister's high school classmate, a bachelor who died at home (cardiac arrest?) and his mother found him a few days later - after the hungry cats had - done what pet dogs are said to never do - I cannot imagine that mother checking on her son and finding him dead - and I try never to remember this story.
Love the cat photo, though, and love Harold and Hetty and the happily ever here-after!
Thank you.
The "poor soul" is each of my sisters - gone! - while I, for no reason, get to live.
Death is no respecter of persons, cancer is no respecter of social class or wealth....
Me too! (feel better) - the way " a hungry Harold pondered his next move" reminded me of my sister's high school classmate, a bachelor who died at home (cardiac arrest?) and his mother found him a few days later - after the hungry cats had - done what pet dogs are said to never do - I cannot imagine that mother checking on her son and finding him dead - and I try never to remember this story.
Love the cat photo, though, and love Harold and Hetty and the happily ever here-after!
Carol, I just read your post. My heart goes out to you, you poor soul.
Thank you.
The "poor soul" is each of my sisters - gone! - while I, for no reason, get to live.
Death is no respecter of persons, cancer is no respecter of social class or wealth....