Sunday, October 23, 2016
We buried Flannery today out at my folks' house, which was sad...but kind of cathartic, too. She's near the house, back amongst the trees she spent the majority of her life watching from her window perch (she sat in the one behind the clotheslines practically 24/7). The squirrels, foxes, deer and birds she loved to watch will continue to run & fly around her...in the spring, maybe we'll plant a tree above her to keep them even closer.
Being that they live in the woods, my dad wanted to be sure that nothing disturbs her...hence, the heavy metal "high voltage" door covering her resting place. Given how many hours Flannery spent hiding in her lifetime, this seems fitting in a way, and I like to think she would've had a sense of humor about it.
And being that we're Midwestern, afterwards my mom said we had to have a funeral dinner. We had two of Flannery's favorites - chicken & mashed potatoes - and we shared a little with Toivo, too.
Thank you to everyone for their kind words over the past few days...your sweetness has been appreciated so very much. I know many of you have been through this before, and your gentle words and understanding have been enormously helpful. Thank you for not making me feel silly for being so sad about a cat.
Wherever she is, Flannery's okay. I'll be okay, too. My house is a little quieter and lonelier without her, but it probably won't stay that way for too long.
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Flannery died tonight.
Whatever it was, it was fast and sudden. She was about sixteen years old and although she'd been slowing down over the last year or so, she had a good run and was herself - her sweet, shy, special self - until the very end. She's back at my parents' house now, where she'll be buried out in the woods that she spent countless hours watching from her window perch for all those years. She'll finally be close to the squirrels.
I will always be grateful that she went at home, where she was safe & warm and there were no scary things like car rides or barking dogs or veterinarians or strangers to make her want to hide. There's nowhere else she would've rather been.
I'll also always be grateful for the day just over thirteen years ago when she picked me out at the animal shelter in Helena - because really, she did pick me. You go into this knowing this day will come, and it sucks, it really does, but I wouldn't change a thing.
Thanks for everything, my fat little badger. I'm gonna miss you so much.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Sunday, 3:32 A.M.: Officer flagged down about a man sleeping in a tree.
Monday: Caller reported a cow at English Lake boat landing. The cow had a tag on it, and caller said he thought he knew who the cow belonged to. Update: Clam Lake Junction called and reported that the cow was about six miles east of Clam Lake, northbound, and "going at a good clip." Officer searched the area and no cow was seen. Update: another driver who came from Clam Lake reported that he hadn't seen the speedy cow. No cow located. Case unfounded.
Tuesday, 1:11 P.M.: Two intoxicated subjects went into the grocery store to buy a box of wine. Neither had a working credit card, so they tried to get the clerk to pay for the wine, but that was not going to happen. Subjects walked out with the box of wine and promised to come back with a check.
Wednesday: Caller reports that his neighbor's cows trashed his garden.
Thursday: Report of a man sitting on a bench making rude comments to everyone that walks past him.
Friday, 8:10 A.M.: Animal control attempted to get ahold of a loose dog on East 3rd Street. Update: unsuccessful in dog capture; dog was a black lab with keen powers of animal control avoidance.
Saturday, 9:44 A.M.: Graffiti to outhouse.
Sunday: Caller reported two chainsaws in his living room and had no idea where they came from.