Christmas was coming, but I was slow to get ready. I loved decorating my little trees; I loved wrapping presents and I loved sending cards to all my friends--both e-cards and the old fashioned paper kind. And yet...
November came and went and I did nothing to prepare for my favorite time of the year. Molly didn't feel well. She was scratching and biting herself until she bled. The poor cat looked forlorn.
And I didn't feel so well myself. My joints ached and I had no energy. And my skin was even more broken out than usual. Murphy was hiding so well that I could not find him; he seemed withdrawn. Only Maks was his usual lively self.
Finally I realized that Murphy, Molly and I were missing Monty. Maks had only known him for a brief time, but I had loved him for seventeen years. The vet could find no physical reason for Molly to be hurting herself, but I think I understand.
Molly is better now and Murphy is not hiding as much. And I finally decorated my cottage, wrapped the gifts and sent out my cards. I had a beautiful Christmas with both my daughters, their families and their dogs and cats. I went to Christmas Eve services at Christ Church and its sister, the Center for Spirituality at San Pablo. I was surrounded by love and felt at peace. But I think of Monty often and hope he is waiting for the time we can be together again.