Thanks, Cherri. Yep. She was my pal. Whether it was as a kitten riding on my shoulder, an adult waiting hopefully at my feet at the dinner table, or an oldster keeping my lap warm while I wrote and edited...she was always there. A lot of times she liked to sleep by my head beside my pillow at night. It's funny how used to a cat you can get. I'm gonna miss her.
D. Nathan Hilliard lives in Spring, Texas with his veterinarian wife, two children, and two cats. He draws his inspiration from a childhood living in different small Texas towns, accented by teen years spent in western New Mexico. He has experienced life through a diverse collection of jobs ranging from meter reading and being an assistant manager at a convenience store, to working at cotton gins, window factories, and uranium mills. After coming down with Charcot Marie Tooth (CMT) at the turn of the century, Mr. Hilliard now happily settles for tending house, raising his kids, and exploring the field of writing.
Ahhh Nate, Sorry doesn't begin to say it :<(
ReplyDeleteShe was a beauty, that's for sure and a sweetheart.
RIP Caraboo
Thanks, Cherri.
ReplyDeleteYep. She was my pal. Whether it was as a kitten riding on my shoulder, an adult waiting hopefully at my feet at the dinner table, or an oldster keeping my lap warm while I wrote and edited...she was always there. A lot of times she liked to sleep by my head beside my pillow at night. It's funny how used to a cat you can get.
I'm gonna miss her.