Day the Twelvth
For days now, I've been trying to remember the name of my favorite cat. I was thinking of him when DH buried Radagast, because he is buried right next to him, but I can't think of his name. I can remember my other passed (past) pets. I remember Galadriel, our first pet together. We rescued her from Concern for Animals , a rescue organization in Olympia. She was an abused Buff Cocker Spaniel we named Lady Galadriel (from LOTR), but we called her Stinker Doggy, or just Stinker, ever since the night she was sprayed by a passing skunk right outside the door to her doghouse. That was the night we learned that tomato juice does not get the stink off - but fortunately I found a product called Skunk-Off that did. And Thank God for that. She got old and sick and I took her to the pound, with the help of a friend, and they let me be with her as they gave the shot. It was a good death, an easy death. We were both ready for it. Then there was Mayday, so named because it was the da...