So, I'm trying to keep my spirit light and write about something light and fun, but unfortunately my mind and heart is with my Sasha. Sasha is my cat and he's 2 years old. He was admitted in the animal hospital last night and is very sick. He's not diagnosed so I'm hoping for the best, but fearing the worst.
I must say that I was never a "cat person". In fact, I was really skeeved by most cats. Until this little kitty entered my life. It was an October (I just noticed I'm only on my 4th blog and this is the month of October, and this is the second story that I will recount about October!) and we were at Jonah's soccer game. A bunch of the children were playing with this little Kitty who was running and jumping all over the place and letting the children pick him up. He was adorable. (All kittens are adorable) I assumed that he belonged to someone because he let all of the children pick him up and play with him so readily. Anyhoo, as everyone started to clear out of the park, I noticed that no one took him. Jonah was so taken with him and he asked, "Where's his Mommy?" As soon as Jonah uttered those words, he immediately started pulling on my heart strings.
***Update, Sasha has been laid to rest today. RIP 10/28/2011
Ciao for now,