I melted down. (Roxi)

It has been a bad week. Not like I burned the toast twice and got a flat tire and my PCR failed. Bad enough that I can't make fun or laugh it away.

And, when things quieted down yesterday, I was filled with sadness: over the losses, GreyC, this place, this house, the friends I've made. My fears that my friends will forget me, that I am leaving here for a place where I don't matter to anyone. I blubbered like a ... whale? and laughed like a maniac. It's possible I was hysterical. Annie just held me and let me keen.

But, we had a house-showing, and it's not even on the market. A friend of a friend, a very nice woman with one cat (for now), is in the market for a little house in the 'Burg. That's what we have. So, we cleaned like crazy cleaning women and let her come over with her agent and another friend.

They looked for about an hour, and asked a couple of questions. It was fine.

GreyC (Roxi)

Our very good friends came over to visit us, and to try out the Duck's sleeping quarters. During the visit, GreyC escaped three times. It makes her miserable to be inside all the time, and the kennel does not make it okay.



Julie and David live on 33 acres of woods and meadows, surrounded by hundreds of acres of woods and meadows. Julie said, out of the blue, Would you consider letting GreyC live with us? We knew immediately that this was a great solution. For GreyC and for us, because we love them and know they'll give her a great home. No doubts. GreyC would be able to have the great outdoors, without dangerous roads. And without mountain lions and eagles.

That only makes it better, though, not good. GreyC is Annie's favorite, and that breaks my heart.