Son plat prefere.

C'est la premiere fois que je l'ai mange un cantaloup depuis Mo est decede. Il me manqué, et j'espere que le Rainbow Bridge est un lieu reel.

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All Together Now:

 



Today, for the first time in months, I picked Mo up and held him close, and the most amazing warmth and peace came over me. Yet it was mixed with the sadness of nostalgia, and a feeling almost like loneliness.

Emotion remembered in tranquility sometimes makes you cry.

Deck the Floor and Furniture

I've practically wasted the day, pulling out Christmas decorations, untangling garlands

and lights,

and trying to figure out how to hang the wreath on the door (I don't have one of those metal things).

I've found a few of my miniature ornaments,

while the poor little lop-sided tree still stands cold and naked:

There are so many dirtier, more useful jobs that I need to be doing.

While I was hunting my favorite Christmas cards to put in the window on the mantel,

Mo jumped into the box and lay down on top of everything.