My Darling Bogus:
There have been so many changes that has taken
place since my last post. We moved from our
2 bedroom house(which was miserably cold and drafty) over to another place which was well insulated and much warmer. It was also carpeted and tri level. The kitties loved it there but I was terribly miserable. My relationship with the kids was on the rocks, my relationship with their dad was just plain terrible. I finally left on February 4th, 2007, and went to a domestic violence shelter, where I finally began to regain my shattered self confidence. But it was at a homeless shelter where I finally got on my feet financially and emotionally. I came back and stayed with the kids and their dad for the next 30 days until I could find a place of my own, which I did. I am now fully settled in and much happier. My oldest son is living with me and is also much happier. Maybe it’s because his dad and I are no longer living together and at each other’s throats that we seem to get along better.
I have my own member page at an online community and your picture and tribute poem are there for the whole world to see. I have already had one very high compliment about the loving tribute I wrote about you.
I go once a week now to visit all the kitties. Fire comes right up to me and demands to be petted and loved. Later, Claw makes his way over and so does Punkin. Seven allows me to pet her, but I have to go to her. Cloud allows me to pet him too, but does not hang around long. Babygirl has been such a snot the last time I was over there. Seems to think she is a royal fur princess or something. Oh well, I still pick her up and pet her anyway.
I still have your homemade picture and tribute along with the silk red roses and your favorite white fuzzy mouse in my home, hanging where I can see it every day when I wake up.
I still miss you and always will until the time comes when I will be with you forever at Rainbow Bridge.
Until that time comes…
I love you, I love you, I love you.
| Renee Hartman |