New year blog direction

I thought I'd do birthdays this year, but facebook has made me overwhelmed with birthdays.  So I guess it will be death days.  The first one of the year was 1/5/2012  dear old D'oh was put to sleep, her mouth oozing with cancer, blind and mute.  I didn't realize it was Patrick's Yahrzeit when I made the vet appointment and wonder if I'll remember commemorate D'oh's death day more in the future because of it.

I felt kind of like the women who schedule their c-sections--selfishly putting my practical concerns ahead of the mysteries of life and death.  But it made sense, allowed D'oh's family to be with her at her last moments and avoided my having to deal with a dog corpse.

My ex gets the ashes, I get the clay paw print.    He seemed surprised that I viewed the euthanasia as similar to an abortion.  Isn't it?

There is a chance that a midget cat will come to live with me, but we'll see.