...arrived on Tuesday and hasn't done much but cry ever since. I'm a little torn about how I feel about her. (Her name is KayLei) I'm a little resentful of having a new dog in the house so soon after Muffy died but it's hard to turn away from a cute little puppy. I know it isn't her fault. I'll post a picture of her soon. I have a day off tomorrow and time to waste trying to get her to sit still for...
I went and got my cure today like a good little witch even though I have showed no symptoms. I got Muffy her cure too. Draco said I could have her. He never liked her anyhow. She's so adorable. He says he has enough to handle with Hair. So now I have an owl, a cat, and a mousekin. I miss Blaise's voice.
...need to go swinging that ugly snake-head cane of his father's about. He's going to knock himself out or take one of his legs off. Someone mailed him a mouseskin. She's a dear thing. He named her Muffy. Stitches has not seen her yet, as she has not ventured out of my room since I have been at Catter's End. Cat seems content with her own little space. Plus, she does not appear to like Hairy at all...
... Blaise would find it funny though. I can't think of anything good for a name. I also don't think Dangleberry will go over well either. She looks a bit like a REALLY unshaved... so I was thinking of Muffy. The more I think on it, the more I think Muffy it shall be. Why would anyone send me something like this though? I need to finish my list of stupid and meaningless hoops to have Darby jump through...
I want to thank everybody who's sent their condolences and well-wishes over the last week. It's very comforting to know that I have people who care. Muffy is gone. It hurts, and I still cry a bit when I walk in the house and she's not there, or I look in a room and she isn't perched on the bed like the princess she was. But I also know Muffy and she would never have wanted us to cry over her so much...
Well, I'm doing better. I spent most of the weekend in bed, doubled over in a pain that was sharp like razors, making its way through my intestines and not stopping until today when I left work early...jingle of her collar; go from one room to another and expect to see her laying on the bed, watching the door; I look over in the living room where her bed used to lay and cry. The house is just so empty
Muffy's been sick for the last few weeks. For a while, she couldn't control her bladder, bowels, or throat and kept going and vomiting everywhere. She seems to be able to control the back end, but she's still throwing up at least once a day. Her tumors that she's had all over her body the last few years are hurting her more lately, and we're pretty sure she's got one in her stomach. Mom mentioned...
Lostandfound Originally uploaded by miffy_carrotblog . Howling wind in breakneck speed here in my own home you blow me. Out barren breach, lifeless leaf of mine turned over in time. I breathe - your gust - lost force - vented feel - cool I breathe - here in longing for Black Oak Tree. Void of emotion. Void.
...the office was closed. She had stuff to do for something that the company is working on that's due Monday afternoon. My grandparents had spent the night at a hotel and so I asked if their dog (Muffy) could stay at our house. She ended up spending the night at our house Thursday and stayed over until they picked her up on Friday afternoon. So both Callie (my cat) and I got to play with the dog...
