Wild Life Of A Little Monster

Others are scared of me because of all the fun I have. Considered a vigilante by my Eponine.


Went to Rolling Acres Sunday as I often do over a Memorial Day weekend. It's really such a peaceful, comforting and beautiful place. And if I had arrived earlier, the employees there were hosting a big cookout. All the tables and other things were still out as evidence on what I missed.

Came across a patch of little memorials that all had matching flowers. (See the pic above.) I liked how it looked. Made me smile. While looking at the little markers, I came across a "Cowboy." Can you believe it? A little monster named Cowboy. I love that idea!

Saturday morning I ran by Petco. I was there to purchase Gabby's food, but they were having a pet adoption day. So I did check out the monsters. Overheard a couple agreeing to adopt a little dog. The foster parenting people said they needed a name for the adoption papers. The duo agreed on "Goldie," but later I overheard the Mr. say to the Mrs. "you know I'm going to change it later."

I can't imagine having to select a name just like that. It took over a month for me to name Gabby. Although it likely was very clear since she kept shouting it at me.

I had a high school friend that named all her cats Herman. I've known others that like to name every pet the same name. My mom and sister each have a dog named "Cow." Seriously. And can you guess why the creatures are named that?

Besides what looks to be duck/geese poop that I swear wasn't there when I took this pic, the humans remembering "Casey" did it with a pinwheel and a tennis ball. It made me think about the hours of fun Casey had with tennis balls. The people too.

Anyone who has followed "Wild Life" knows that I am horribly reminiscent. I miss fiercely. Struggle daily not to think stuff. So ... a day or a weekend like Memorial Day is one I like because it is OK to remember. I love seeing all the different ways memories are cherished. I also love seeing people remembering. I actually visited three places on Sunday and all three were packed. In addition to missing, I hoped everyone I saw were also remembering all the fun and happy times shared.


At May 26, 2009 8:38 PM, Blogger William said...

Eppy sure was a lucky little girl, Cowboy. Her resting place is beautiful, too. I'm glad your visits to her are more of good memories and less of loss these days.

At May 26, 2009 11:32 PM, Blogger Eponine's Cowboy said...

You are right .... tons and tons of good memories. Thanks so much, William.


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