Over the river and through the woods to Goompa's house we go. Too much sadness. Lost our baby boy -- How can it be three years now? Tears at the remembrance of holding him in our arms.Then our angel baby last April. Michelle Malkin knows where we live:
Whoever said “time heals all wounds” has only known superficial hurt.
Traditions. Thanksgiving dinner with family. Ghosts.
Then comes our new love, Little Kitteh, walking us back to the endless astonishment of life in the round. She hopped up onto the Thanksgiving table to check things out. Nose to candle flame, first time, thrashing retreat (above). Nothing broken, but lesson learned.
Then comes Goomp's magnificent Purrky (foreground above) for a staredown. Look to the animals, Mummy always said.
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