BABE RUTH

Well the week has ended in a strange way for us.  I was checking my facebook page and there was a posting for an emergency home for a cat that was going to be put down if it could not find a home.....and....this is what happened.

Al and I have been in mourning for the loss of three of our cats last year....we were just exhausted, we had just lost both our mothers the year before...  
We still had our lovely Gabby... and she was in mourning also, but she was lapping up the love we bestowed upon her.  But she also was mopping about and talking to the mirror so much we talked with the vet to see if he thought she needed a partner.  Our vet said he felt she did need one and that he would keep his eye out for one.  I told him I would love a Tortie even tho they have the crazy gene.

I started checking shelters and other places, but found we could not afford the adoption fee and I did not like the idea of a chip being put in the animal.

 So...on Friday I saw this picture :

So...on Friday our lives were about to change...boy were they about to change.  I contacted the rescue place and they called me and told me her story:

Her name is BABE and she is 9 years old.  Her human died last month and she has been in the house for the last month alone, a neighbor feeding her  a couple of times a day.  I am afraid that the neon "sucker" light went off on my forehead and so did Al's.  I was told that the owner son just said to put her down.  Well...I don't do good when there is someone in need...and BABE was in need, and so was GABBY and US.

We had already fallen in love with her, just by the picture...and Al came up with her new name, before we even met her....BABE RUTH Bouchard...after all she was like the candy bar...dark chocolate, carmel and cream, and a little nuts.  See cats with orange fur carry a crazy gene all my vets have told me over the years....so what does that tell you about me...she willl be my second one with orange hair. 
So we drove to Oxford and got her.

So this is our BABE.... I told her I wanted to take some pictures of her so people could see how beautiful she is...

 

BABE RUTH

She loves to be petted on the head and neck.

An I wanted to Thank her for posing so nice for me.

And this is Gabby saying Thanks for having a new buddy..

 

  

 
 So we have a great Thanksgiving this year, no deaths, just a new life to enjoy...

A Great Night

So after a few weeks of not being able to move I was thrilled that Sat we could go out to a very special event...my great niece Taylor's Sweet 16 birthday.

  I was going to be at my niece Brenda's house and I was looking so forward to being with "the family".  "The family" are the wonderful people that I have been blessed with who have accepted me as who I am and it has been for decades.  As I was looking around, there was three generations there and it was thrilling to experience it.  I can not tell someone how wonderful it is to be "Aunt Megan" and Al loves to be "Uncle Al".  Some of the third generation girls, the boys were playing video games.

The house was full of activity with people talking and the smaller kids playing.  So much was going on it could have made a person's head swim, instead I just soaked it all in.  I have loved these people for over 40 years and it was fun to see how each generation had changed, yet also carried on the same traits.  Also fun to see some of my influence...hahah even Sue got into it.....

When Nancy's daughter Amanda asked me which side of the family I was from because she was trying to figure out which side I was her aunt from we laughed...that was not a fast answer.
Sue was there and she said, well Megan, your grandma and I went to school together, we have known each other that long. That is how Sue became "Aunt Sue" to her and how I became "Aunt Megan".  That was totally understandable to her, but then she said, "How did you die Aunt Megan and come back?"  And just how many times have you died?  Al entered a number of 7, and we think that is right.
  THAT was not so easy to answer.  With Sue's help I explained about being a body that had been removed from a fire and that her grandma and grandpa were my next of kin and they were notified that I had died in the fire and could they come and identify me.  I explained that when my body was being taken to the morgue, one of my friends from high school was working there and asked the doctors to try and resuscitate me again.  I started breathing and my heart started to work and that lasted for less than 24 hours and it had to be done again.  I was in intensive care for 28 days and then moved to a regular room.  Because of some memory loss, Sue helped to fill in some of the gaps.  But Amanda asked why her grandparents were my next of kin and before I could say anything, Sue, Nancy and Brenda said because my family didn't care about what happened to me so they became my family.  I said I am sure blessed.  And I am.

Hoping for more fun in the future and will now get back to work listing on Ebay...work, work, work, but fun is also needed.