Six years ago today, I went to work, with nothing keeping me going other than what little adrenaline I had left. Jerry was still missing, so I was a wreck.
Then I went online and continued my search. Thank goodness, my supervisor was understanding enough to let me do that when there was nothing else to do.
I ran into that picture, and the ad, which had all of the contact information. They thought his name was Chester, and that he was only 14 months old (actually, he was 21 months old by that time; to this day, he's young for his age). I emailed and called, and by that night--May 29, 2003--six years ago tonight--my Jerry was home at last. I cried like you wouldn't believe when I first saw him!! But, they were tears of relief, if that makes any sense.
Life isn't always easy....it's how we muddle our way through that counts.
And Jerry, Mup, and Tony are all in a safe and loving home with their human Grandmama and their human Grandpapa. That's a good thing...one less thing for me to worry about here, as I work on having a nice, productive life here. I will visit T, J, and M frequently...but I'd much rather live here.
Well...speaking of muddling through life...that's what I've gotta do now.
Ta-ta for now~~~~
(poof.)
