On April 2, 2004 my cat died. She had declined at an alarmingly fast rate, and I was planning to take her in to the vet's to be put to sleep. But suddenly she lapsed and gave her last breath while being cradled in my arms. Several moments after that, having regained my composure, I called my parents. I talked with them for about ten minutes, after which I returne
Trinitie, Thank you for the comments. I'm new to this blogging scene, so please forgive my occaisional faux pas. I wasn't directly quoting St. Paul, from any version of scripture, or I would have put it inside quote marks and fully attributed the chapter and verse. Will edit article in light of your constructive and valuable criticism. :) Pyromike
So I've been thinking alot about Iraq, war, and the middle east conflicts. And I've been thinking alot about what can be done to promote peace. I mean true peace, not just a break between the fighting. How to deal with the passions each man, or woman, has about what he or she believes. For some reason, we all seem naturally disposed toward certain types of v
Well, here I am doing a blog. What motivates me? Grief mostly, and the realization that I must speak out about what is most important to me. The catalyst in question is the impending final exit of my four footed companion of 20 years. Her name is Weeny, a feline I adopted around Halloween - hence, the name. The death of anyone, four-footed or two-legged
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