Home

There are certain things that make a house your home. And while I'm quite the maximalist and freely admit to loving (subjectively!) nice stuff, there's no item I couldn't live without, and I imagine that most of you feel the same way. When people are asked "What would you save if your house burned down?" everyone says their family and their pets (of course.) That's all that matters. I like lots of things about this old house, but what makes it a home is my husband and our cats; Bug, Squeak, Cobra, Noches and Gringo.

A month ago, my best cat friend passed away. Yukon was 17, and I'd had her since she was a baby (and so was I! I was 19 when I brought her to our first home together.) Yukie and I lived in six different apartments before my husband and I bought the home we live in now.  She was what made each place home. I always looked forward to walking in the front door and preferred her company over almost anyone's (sorry, humans!) She and I truly loved each other. This past month there have been days when it's hard to come home, knowing she's not going to be there. There have been other days when it's been hard to leave, since I have a warm and snuggly brood who hem me in under the bedcovers. AND they set a bad example with their lazing about.

Yukon was Queen of the Cats in this house and her presence is incredibly missed, but still keenly felt. 

I hope that your home is filled with all kinds of love, and that your pets are healthy, happy and know you love them.

Here's to them. 

And to Yukon.