Oh, so lovely, Sue. Many years ago, I lived in an old carriage house on Long Island Sound. One night a heavy snowfall, unbeknownst to me, had blocked the vent to the furnace. I was finishing a project in my basement office, where the furnace also lives, and I had another hour or two of work to meet my deadline. Yet I was falling asleep - at the typewriter! My cat, Rudy, kept hopping up on my desk and poking me. G'wan, I said, I have to do this. Finally he lay down in the middle of the floor and - he wasn't asleep - he passed out. He was unconscious, limp, when I went over to him. The carbon monoxide was killing both of us - him, little guy, first. He'd tried so hard to warn me. I rushed him outside in my arms, and after a bit, he began to recover. And he lived through his experience. The secret, though, is: he always had a way out of that basement. I had put a little cat door in one of the small windows. He stayed, I think I'm safe in assuming, for me.
This morning, even as I'm grumbling about my paying job which I don't really "love", I am grateful for it. I'm listening to friends who have lost their jobs recently and unexpectedly and feeling deep gratitude for mine, imperfect as it may be.
Oh, Sallie, what a lovely story, makes me cry. That's what I'm talking about, animals are amazing creatures. We are blessed to have them in our midst. 💞
Oh, so lovely, Sue. Many years ago, I lived in an old carriage house on Long Island Sound. One night a heavy snowfall, unbeknownst to me, had blocked the vent to the furnace. I was finishing a project in my basement office, where the furnace also lives, and I had another hour or two of work to meet my deadline. Yet I was falling asleep - at the typewriter! My cat, Rudy, kept hopping up on my desk and poking me. G'wan, I said, I have to do this. Finally he lay down in the middle of the floor and - he wasn't asleep - he passed out. He was unconscious, limp, when I went over to him. The carbon monoxide was killing both of us - him, little guy, first. He'd tried so hard to warn me. I rushed him outside in my arms, and after a bit, he began to recover. And he lived through his experience. The secret, though, is: he always had a way out of that basement. I had put a little cat door in one of the small windows. He stayed, I think I'm safe in assuming, for me.
This morning, even as I'm grumbling about my paying job which I don't really "love", I am grateful for it. I'm listening to friends who have lost their jobs recently and unexpectedly and feeling deep gratitude for mine, imperfect as it may be.
Oh, Sallie, what a lovely story, makes me cry. That's what I'm talking about, animals are amazing creatures. We are blessed to have them in our midst. 💞
I can relate to that!