Have That Pity Party And Then Move On

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This husband and I…

Have a buddy in Texas…a beautiful tuxedo cat we call Best Friend…resident camp cat…took a little work but once he gained our trust…he truly became our BFF…

For three years…runs when he sees us…sleeps outside our door…loves to be petted…cuddled…go for walks around the park…

For three years…he made our stay special…gave two old folks something to look forward to…for three years…Best Friend loved his Iowa family…and his Iowa family loved him…

But this year…Best Friend has a new family…took him all the way to Colorado…no more sleeping outside…no more being chased by mean stray cats…no more crazy summers full of rowdy tourists…

And for two old folks from Iowa…no more Best Friend…and as happy as this old gal is for Best Friend…she’s selfishly sad for herself…like pout like a baby sad for herself…

And so it is…in life…sometimes it’s ok to have a pity party…a be-sad-for-yourself-because-I’m-heartbroken pity party…cry a little…look through photos…cry a little more…

Remember the good times…and then move on…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…