Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
I've Just Been Yoda For A While, But Never Fear Mighty Mouse Is Here
I just wanted to do a quick post before I got ready to go to bed. I haven't been able to do this in a while, but thanks to lovin' life, here I am. There's no way to explain it to you, but lets just say that with lots of love and lots of prayers from people that I don't even know, I'll be back tomorrow. I was stuck in a rut. It was not a good thing, but by the time that the spring flowers are blooming, I'll be doing my very own thing. (like the Big Old Butterfly that I'm fixing to be.)
I'm getting off of my Xanax. Now that not a big deal for me. That's a HUGE
Mother fly free style fucking deal!!! (I've only been taking them for about 15 years.) Oh My GOD!!! I just realized that is nearly half of my life. (I'll get into that one on my next entry.) I'm just taking it on day at a time. I was either that or rehab. I wouldn't last 2 seconds in rehab. I haven't been myself since Miss Tigger passed away. I think that's when I picked up the shovel and started to dig my own grave. I planned to be sleeping next to her forever. (Then it donged on me, she was cremated and it only took me a year to figure it out, but I'm not setting myself on fire, not yet anyway! Ha! Ha!) In the past year, I haven't really cared about anything. That was not like me at all. I'm a girly girl. I totally let myself go. (i wasn't one big nasty walking fugly, but pretty darn close. My looks faded, my friends went away, and I almost lost my family. I have been shown the error of my ways. Maybe one day, I'll have time to explain all of it to you, but I feel as if I have awakened from a year long coma and the weight of the world has been lifted off of my shoulders. Suddennly everything makes sense!!!
**To all pet owners out there, just because your pet can't talk back to you when you feel that your all alone and no one is listening**, God made them for us to love and love her I did and always will. I know, as if I were Yoda my Mother Fucking self, Tigger sent Brando to me to be my guardian angel.
I always knew that Brando, The Godfather was trying to tell me something, but he just couldn't meow. Well, boys and girls, one year to the day of her death, he (my Big Boy Black CAT) finally got it out. He was roaring like a lion and I love him for that. Only God can see what's in my heart and in my soul. If he's looking, he'll see Brando and definitely Tigger too!!!
You know they do say that cats have 9 lives and, baby, I believe it now.