I don't take it personally. He seems to hate everyone and everything. 
I've an abundance of derring-do, but you would call it "rash". I am quintessentially fluid, indulgent, unmatched in ardor. I am unflinchingly faithful, secretive & illusive, & I cherish your confidence as you cherish mine. Two approaches work with me
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I do know how if feels to loose some dear pets who have been in our life for some time...
I haven't ridden Jenny in over a year. She's retired. I just want to give her a relaxed old age and scratch her tummy for her. She helped me get over my fear of horses after the horse killed me back when I was 19. She also helped me log the property I had in Washington state. Those were good times with her. She is one very well trained driving horse and so eager to please. I have seen her, at one ton in weight, pull logs that had to weigh twice that much, and in a trot. Actually, I very nearly got myself killed running behind her trying to keep up over uneven ground. What a magnificent being she is.
Have a beautiful day!
Beautiful day to you!
Beautiful day to you, dear lady!
I've had a few EEGs done and they call it "focal lobe epilepsy of the right occipital lobe" (visual center). Honestly, I have a lot of symptoms of narcolepsy but I don't want it diagnosed. (Thank you very much.) I certainly have a serious sleep disorder in any case. I sleep talk (and sometimes walk) and sit up in bed when asleep and, even under general anesthesia I walk and talk and seem very lucid and then, suddenly, I am utterly somnolent again. I have wakened from every surgery I have ever had (like 5) with very smused phsyicians/surgeons laughing at me. I even wakened DURING my appendectomy and tried to look at the procedure because the surgeon said (when he found my appendix -- which was on the wrong side!) "My God! LOOK at this!" So I tried to oblige but my eyes were full of salve. The anesthesiologist laughed and said "Not YOU!" and pressed my forehead back down on the table. They thought me a real hoot. Apparently I am very humorous when I am unconscious.
For obvious reasons, I don't drink often or much and I don't do drugs except the ones my DR gives me with the intention of keeping me IN the BED when I sleep... What I need is a very nice man to hold onto me all night and make sure I don't wander. Know anybody?
...glad to hear your Jenny is up and on the mend..a couple of years ago I lost my dog and it hurt so much that I swore never to have another pet....but I have daughters...so now I have several cats who run my house for me and they even graciously allow me to live here with them....
No suggestions for the cuddle detail, eh... (Shucks...)
My ex husband trained himself to wrap his legs over mine when sleeping. The moment I tried to move, even dead asleep, his legs would pin me. I'd have to say something lucid like "Just tunring over" to get him to let go. Then he'd wrap me up one way or another, arms or legs or both. I got to where I liked it after a while. And it was very effective.
Something has happened to me over the years of keeping so many animals. I have shed so many tears over what I viewed as having "failed them" when they died that I guess I snapped and I no longer view death in the "normal" fashion. Add to that the fact that everyone in my family (5 people I adored) EXCEPT my older sister and her husband have all died in the last 10 years and you can see why I am inured to death. Suffering I CAN NOT ABIDE. Death is just a lie: It's a door to the Real Life and what we call "Life" is just a dream of death.
Only the body EVER appears to die and it only SEEMS real for so long as you believe in death/separation. Do not let it disceive you, sweet soul. I have also noticed that the same cat souls come back to me life after life. Now, I mean really quirky cats with WEIRD unique behaviors, not just average cats. And they look much the same so, if a soul wants to find you, they will. There's no escaping them. They KNOW you have tuna.
Do your cats allow you to use their pillows? Beautiful day to you!
Dogs and I get along well too. We are alot a like, me and dogs: playful, goofy, exuberant, faithful, incapable of lying, probably too candid. <SHRUG>
Anyway, when I came home from work and she was head up and wanting to go eat, I was joyous. I felt so blessed and taken care of. It amazes me that at 55 and "solitary" I am not "alone". I feel "accompanied" and loved and there is a strong sense of Presence in my life and proximity. I bless the path that led me here, every hurt, every trial, every horror, every tear and every sweatness. Nothing ever happend TO me. It all happened FOR me.
Blessed day to you!
Now I must get ready for work. Ciao for now!
What a day! Great to be back here but I am getting brain fry with the number of people and diving right back in! Gotta dash back from break! Sams club culture ROCKS!