In all the hubbub regarding Facebook’s changes, I’ve been fiddling around with Google+. Good thing I did! One of the first things I discovered was this:

Another maudlin indulgence ahead. You’ve been warned. If waxing philosophic about a stranger’s deceased pet is not your cup of tea, skip to another page of this blog or move along.

Sunday morning I climbed out of bed both hopeful and terrified. Seeing Lester, our nine-year-old gray tabby, huddled on the floor killed that hope. While the world mourned the tenth anniversary of 9/11, my grief was sharper and closer to home. Continue Reading…