This is a post I don’t want to write. Never… ever… ever. But I owe it to my big, fat fuzzy… my feline friend, Hydrox. On Saturday, I had to put him to sleep. Over the last week, his health had taken a turn for the worse. Hydrox became so lethargic he could barely walk, his breathing labored. The Vet confirmed the worst, Hydrox’s chest cavity had filled up again, his heart rate had dropped and he lost another 2 pounds. Dr. Bill was pretty sure it was a type of Feline cancer that was beginning to ravage his body. It was then that I was faced with the decision that no one wants to make for a loved one… human or animal.
It’s Sunday now and words cannot express the sorrow I feel. I raised Hydrox and his sister, Ho-Ho, from kittens. They have been a consistent part of my life for 14 years and now one of them is gone. I miss Hydrox so much right now it hurts.
I’ll post memories of this fat, funny cat when I can get thru typing without getting the keyboard all wet.
Goodbye my sweet, sweet friend. I miss you terribly. **headbutt!**
Cinema du Fromage returns and in fine form. Today I watched, for the umpteenth time, the 1971 Vincent Price classic, 


Today, my brother and some members of his reserve unit came home from Iraq. He arrived at Toledo Express airport at 1:00 P.M. to waving flags and signs saying “Welcome Home Tom,” etc. We couldn’t be happier.