It's been snowing here, finally. We were enjoying unseasonably warm temps until Wednesday, when the cold air blew in and brought snow with it. It's been coming down ever since, but lightly. The wind is a bigger deal than the snow. It's drifting my driveway to the point that I parked in the street last night. But this morning, I braved the drifts to get to the mailbox, since Walker, who usually gets the mail when he comes home, is still working at his mom's every day after work.
The envelope was addressed to me, handwritten, not printed. It was over sized, like a card or an invitation. At first I thought it was a wedding invitation from Walker's nephew, but that would likely be addressed to Walker. It didn't look like junk mail. So I opened it. It was a sympathy card from the vet. Everyone in the clinic signed it. It was a really sweet gesture. One that I was completely unprepared for.
I didn't realize just how much time I spent taking care of Ernie until she was gone. Meds in the morning, wash the food bowls, fill them up, do the eye drops, heat the rice bag. Repeat before work. Repeat again when I get home. Fluid injections after work, too. Brush her coat, clean her box, vacuum up the tracked out litter. I have big blocks of time now. I wasn't prepared for that, either.
Last night I looked at the kitties on the PetFinder website. There were so many! Too many. It's heartbreaking, especially for the older ones that are hard to place in homes. I wish I could take them all.