I took this photo yesterday while I was out and about in a local country park.
I quite liked it, but then today I saw something else that sent a little shiver down my spine.
There is a Totem Pole hidden in the trunk.
A TOTEM POLE I TELL YOU!
Do you see it?
Starts today. I can’t bear coming home to a flat without a warm welcoming soul in it. So I am on the hunt for a new kitteh to fill the gaping hole in my poorly heart.
I had to say good bye to my poor wee boy today. He wasn’t even seven, and I miss him so much already.
This is the second Friday 13th of the year and they couldn’t have been more opposite.
The first was full of hope as I placed the deposit on this gorgeous flat, and started the next leg of this journey called life.
Today is full of despair. The vet has told me that my beautiful boy, has a stomach cavity full of lumps and is too pale and small to survive and anaesthetic, and even if he did she is doubtful that they could remove everything she can feel, so there is only one course of action.
I cannot stop crying.
is worth two in the bush, or even better, dozens in the Birdpark.