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A dark treasture returned
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Ashildr left the ceremony making her way back to the chapel to find the pouch that contained something that did not belong to her. Securing the leather strap across her chest, she stretched her pristine white wings, taking to the air flying gracefully until she spotted the King standing on the top of the castle tower. She lands near him, barely making a sound as her feet touched the stone floor pressing her white wings to her back as she bows respectfully "Your Majesty" Then waits to be addressed

Parzival looks to the sky as he saw something flying towards Orod Nost, seeing that it was the Fallaner, Ashildr, he arches an eyebrow before turning to follow her descent. Watching as her feet touch upon the stone, he feels her presence and his stomach knots slightly, causing him to smirk slightly as he gritted through it, folding his wings all the tighter behind him. Stepping towards her he stops just in front of her a few feet away, his eyes trailing up her form before meeting her gaze with a slight bow, "Fallaner Ashildr, you honor me with your presence once more. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He offers a friendly smile.

Ashildr offers a tender smile as her vivid purple eyes greet the Kings. Her stomach feels the familiar knotting sensation causing her to take a long deep breath to steady the sensation. She takes one step closer as a sign of respect and comfort in his presence, not wishing to show any sign of discomfort. "King Parzival, if I may be familiar, your Majesty. I wanted to thank you for what you did for me today. Returning my feather meant a great deal to me. and I came to pay my respects as such." She adjusted the leather strap across her chest then stood with her delicate hands folded in front of her

Parzival rests his wrist upon the hilt of his unholy blade in a relaxed manner. Shifting his weight to his other foot as he listened to her speak. His silvered, crimson traced, gaze not leaving her amethyst hues. Feeling her aura so near his own, he felt the fluctuation, the unseen pressure around them. "It was my honor to recognize your deeds and to show the people all that you’ve done. You are very deserving, Fallaner Ashildr. You earned this through such selfless deeds. I could not in my right mind keep your feather, as I know how precious such things are to beings with such and the dangers they can present." His eyes flicker down to the small pouch about her neck. "What is it you have brought?"

Ashildr humbly bows then attempts to catch the King’s gaze as her expression softens, offering a gentle smile. She lifts the leather strap up over her head, freeing the pouch from her person, holding it in one hand while she opens the flap with the other. The aura from the ebony feathers within wafts up to her face as it causes her discomfort. "I believe these are yours, King Parzival…" She extended her hand to offer them to him

Parzival widens his eyes in surprise as he hand reaches up and takes the proffered feathers. His feathers.. He looks down at his hand as he lowers them to look upon them and then back to her. Tucking them into his pouch, his face taking on a puzzled look. "How did you come about these?"

Ashildr handed over the leather pouch that contained the King’s ebony feathers feeling relieved having returned them to their proper owner. "The day the Queen turned to stone, I was in my chambers practicing my divination arts when my deity showed me the tunnel system. Knowing the Goddess Hanali had meant to show me something, I followed the vision to the tunnels and saw the scratch marks on the stone walls and the feather trail leading up to your dark altar.. I collected each one until I left none left." She paused briefly, "Your Majesty, I could not in good conscience allow them to remain for anyone to find.. anyone who might wish to harm you with dark magic."

Parzival folds his hands in front of him and bows deeply to her, his wings unfurling slowly to their full span to show her his gratitude and respect. "That was a dark day for this realm. From the ashes though I have risen anew. Whole once more, save for the loss of my Queen. Though in my isolation, I was made to realize that she was a weak link in the chain. Something that could always be exploited and used against me. Sadly, my duty cannot afford such and it was time to let her go. I thank you for returning these." He steps a hairs breadth closer. "You are a conundrum Ashildr. One of the Light who dances within the Dark shining brightly. Still entrenched in that taint within you. It is very admirable. Your dedication knows no bounds and though I should be mistrusting you, your deeds and actions speak for the realm. Perhaps I am setting up myself for a fall one day in allowing you so near my family and those within the Shadows, who can say. But with this… all you have done, I cannot call you an enemy. Of that, I am certain."

Ashildr offers the King a bow once again at his words of appreciation. "I am humbled to be of service to Elmandria, your Highness. I serve my deity first, this realm and those within second. I could not do to your feathers what I would not wish done to my own. Plus, your Majesty, my duty to the Light Goddess I serve is to show kindness to those around. Anything less is to dishonor my divine calling. I know you of all people understand that."

Parzival nods solemnly, his eyes looking deeply into hers where he would remain silent for a few moments. "This realm was conquered in the name of the causes of Darkness. Yet we have all walks of life here. Perhaps it is a slow burning fuse to where it may be ripped asunder. Until that time comes to pass, I wish to welcome you here unto Orod Nost as one of my advisors of my Council. You will represent those of the Light here as Preceptor Dilyn’rae, Count Dinnin, and others do so for the Dark. I am sure my Hand will enjoy more representation of such within my Court. And my children seem fond of you, at least Gabriel anyways. Consider your request granted. Lord Ahnu will be their dark advisor and you their light. And like me, they will come to know both sides of the coin for it is wise to know all paths so that one may rule with wisdom."

Ashildr slowly bows her head at the King’s offer. "I would be most honored to join you Council as an advisor. Your children are special to me, especially Gabriel. The pure innocence of them is both refreshing and endearing. I had heard whispers of such horrific fears the royal heirs might have brought upon this realm but I see they are not evil nor abominations. But precious and wise. They both follow their paths with strength and grace and I respect that. Just as much as I respect both you and Tari Katja." Her vivid purple eyes look past the King for a moment, making sure no one is within listening range. "Your Majesty, if I may? We do need to discuss for a moment my report from the Grand Shaman. Shall I cast a Zone of Silence for privacy sake? One never knows who might be lurking about"

Parzival beams with pride at her words when she spoke upon the qualities of his children, "They are like how I was when I first came to this plane. Everything is new, eager to learn all that I could. Finding my own way about things. I believe they will do nothing but reach higher greatness than I shall ever achieve here upon this mortal plane. They will one day rule in my place and with your aid and my council’s, they will have all the tools before them." Settling his gaze back to hers, meeting her purple hues, he shakes his head, "Go ahead and tell me what your report. I am eager to know what progress you’ve made."

Ashildr offers a smile if the King notices as he speaks of his children and their future greatness. Then she nods and forgos her Zone of Silence spell. "Yes your Majesty. I did meet with the Grand Shaman and shared my memory of what I witness of the unnatural deaths. He informed me we seek a flesh and blood monster, as no ethereal spirit, undead nor any of his shaman students would have caused such tragedies as these. He said to look for a mage or one of similar calling." She paused a moment recalling what the Grand Shaman shared with her then looked to the King tilting her head slightly, studying his expression as he heard her report

Parzival folds his arms over his chest as he listened to her give her report. The glow of his eyes dimming slightly, barely noticeable against the light of the setting sun. His face would remain neutral for the time being. When she had finished, he would pace in front of her for a few moments, tapping his chin as he pondered. Looking at her now, he would walk in a slow circle around the Fallaner. Pausing behind her to look upon the base of her wings before coming around to stand in front of her once more. "If that is the case, then we may have a rogue mage in our midst. I do not think one of Arch Mage Dinnin’s students could have done such without him getting wind and reporting it to me. Perhaps a visit is in order to Scholomance to see what can be found out….."

Ashildr stands in place as the King ponders for a moment, hearing his footfalls as he circles around. Coming in front of her once again, she nods at his words as he mentions needing to visit the Scholomance. "Yes your Majesty. Then I shan’t keep you further. If you do not need me any further to assist you this evening, I should return to my chambers." She bowed her head then waited to be dismissed.

Parzival tilts his head a moment as she spoke, arching an eyebrow. One of his wings tapping against his shoulder. "I will venture to Scholomance soon. Or if you like, you can take Raziel with you. I have need of her to meet with them anyways and you can speak with the Arch Mage about what you found. Perhaps it is better for you since you were the one on the scene and any information I give would be second hand."

Ashildr bowed her head again. "As you wish your Majesty. I shall contact the Marshall Raziel and head to meet with the Arch Mage about the matter at hand. Once I have more information for you, I will contact you… " She would stretch her wings out to take to the air if not stopped, and head back to her private chambers for the evening

Cool Workouts To Lose Weight images

A few nice workouts to lose weight images I found:

2/366. Resolutions
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Image by Mark Bonica
2/366. Resolutions. Back to the gym today! Got to lose that holiday weight. Got to stop eating like it’s still the holidays – that would help too.

Kandie is really good about getting me up and going each morning. Sometimes I have to sit in the car and drink my coffee because her exercise classes are Army early, and I refuse to do that anymore.

Why was this Ad Targeted to Me?
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Not the best mail to receive on an evening where I blew off an after-work workout session.

This is for my good friend @weatherford5 who wrote a fantastic and effective workout program to grow your arms called #armageddon Plenty of people write programs to lose weight but few give you what you need to grow your muscle. So in combination with @s
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Cool Weight Loss Doctors images

A few nice weight loss doctors images I found:

Day 172 of 366 (Collectible Monday Edition)
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An adipose waves good-bye at my door as it heads off the porch and out into the world.

[The Adipose originally came from the planet Adipose 3. After the Adiposian First Family lost the nursery planet, they hired wet nurses in order to find new places to breed their offspring. On Earth, the wet-nurse Matron Cofelia set up Adipose Industries and disguised the Adipose seeds in the form of weight-loss pills, using humans as surrogates. The pill gained over a million customers quickly. When the Tenth Doctor and Donna Noble discovered the alien secret behind the supposed diet pills, Matron Cofelia ordered the immediate birthing of all Adipose. The Adipose nursery ship collected the babies then ordered the death of "Miss Foster", as Cofelia was known, to remove any evidence, as breeding on a Level 5 planet was an illegal act under the Shadow Proclamation. ( Partners in Crime) After being taken from Earth, the Shadow Proclamation took the baby Adipose into care.

The Adipose reproduced on Nursery Worlds. When on Earth, the Adipose’s development was started when a pill from Adipose Industries was ingested. The young Adipose would grow, collecting fat from around the body. Every night, the Adipose would then be born and leave the body. They could convert other material into fat; however, this practice was not good for their health. Alternative materials included the bones, organs, muscles and many other human tissues. In emergencies, this was used to dispose of people by turning them completely into Adipose.]

[Taken from Wikipedia]

A very short classified file (video) on them:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=57g3dKzYMuU

A clip from The Doctor Who episode "Partners in Crime"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqYsFv_IxLc

My Dad’s Quotes – A Tribute
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To the tune of CSNY’s "Teach Your Children Well" – www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQOaUnSmJr8

My Dad’s Favorite Quotes:

"You know, Suzie (he called me Suzie) you can be replaced". – (He was right. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be, Dad.)
"If you had half a brain you’d be dangerous." (Up for debate)
"Do the right thing" – Huh.
"Do as I say, not as I do".
"I just want you to live an honest life". (Refer to "Do as I say, not as I do".
"You’re no prize"
"Eat your heart out" – I can assure you, I do. Especially when I am reminded of the night *somebody* walked up to my bedroom while I was sleeping as a toddler and pulled the sheets down. Wanna talk about frozen in terror, Dad? Wanna talk about "the fiend without a face" now? Wanna talk about suicide now? Too late. Unfortunately, kids don’t forget – they simply divert themselves. Buried moments tend to resurface now and then. The next time that happens it will be in the morgue if I get that far. You did. I’m a slacker. But then, it’s just a right of passage, they say. You want therapy with that whine? One moment can make or break somebody – which one broke you – or were you born that way?
"They broke the mold when they made you". Which mold?
"I forgot more than you know"
"you have a one-track mind" – It’s "inherited" (wink-wink)
"Do you know what time it is?" (No – I confuse right and left. It only took 60 years to figure that one out)
"Get your ass in gear"
"Motor Mouth" – His polite way of saying shut-up. He never said shut-up. He always said this with a smile.
"Shit for brains" His name for my brothers.
"Go run around the block" (We did – many times I did not go home).
"Asshole buddies" – (When one of his buddies went somewhere with one of his other buddies other than him.)
"He talks like he’s got a paper asshole".
"Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it" – See "Do as I say, not as I do".
"If you’re going to live in my house you live by my rules".
"Every cigarette you smoke is another nail in your coffin".
"Your eyes look like two piss holes in the snow" – (First time wearing makeup.)
"You got band-aids for those mosquito bites?" (First time I’d asked Mom for a bra.)
"You have exactly till 6:00PM to eat those tomatoes (two hours away) or you go to bed *again* without any dinner.". (And?)
"Watch the tips goddammit!" – (Bringing the fishing poles in from the boat).
"You smell like burnt toast".
"I don’t trust him/her as far as I can throw him/her". I was a child, remember? Maybe throwing your beer cans, cigarettes, cigars and bottles in the garbage would’ve been a good start, Dad.
"You know, sometimes I think about suicide." (Christmas Day – 10 days prior to placing a high-powered rifle in his mouth while sitting on the toilet, so they said. )

Mom said he’d always stated he was going to commit suicide when he was ready, although I was not aware or told of that one while he was alive. IOW, he always had a plan. "He did it his way" – on his mother-in-law’s birthday. He probably didn’t even know it.

He committed suicide 20 years ago (or so) today – January 4, 2019. Nobody knew my phone number to let me know – my Son was finally able to reach me. Somehow I lost a year at that point. I only know *somebody* put that bullet hole in the bathroom ceiling and his neighbor cleaned up the bathroom. That neighbor developed early dementia as many people do after witnessing such a horrific sight they do not recover from without counseling or talking about it and coming to terms with it. Family trauma and abuse is much the same. That is how people are then labeled with psychiatric terms, unfortunately they were not in fact the "crazy" ones. The true "crazy" ones stay under the radar and appear fully functioning. IOW, "they have jobs" according to today’s society. I’d been told my Dad was a "functioning alcoholic".

He tried quitting smoking many times. Once he tried replacing cigarettes with Regal Crown sour cherry & sour lemon drops. No sugar-free options back then. That’s when he lost his teeth. After he quit he gained tons of weight.

He sat at the dinner table waving his fork up and down frequently….fair warning to get ready to duck. The five of us always had dinner together every night – that’s good for the family structure, it’s said. A few times he turned the dinner table over or threw dishes at one of us. I only know he generally missed. I would occasionally lock myself in the bathroom to get away from the violence. He generally knew how to unlock those doors. I ran away from home frequently. I accidentally drove his red Chevy pickup truck into a pond. Someone helped me get it back up on land. I also accidentally set his red Chevy pickup on fire but he wasn’t mad. He just laughed. He was a good sport like that. Brother Bob finally totaled it after being broadsided by a UPS truck (malfunctioning traffic light) on the way home from a Grateful Dead concert in Philadelphia. It really was a pretty truck – fire engine red with hand painted gold leaf lettering. It had ladder racks which I’d used as a jungle gym. He mostly put up tin, slate and shingle roofs. The most fun was taking the old shingles, slate and tin he ripped off the old roofs to the landfill in his dump truck which he parked around the corner on Hudson St not far from Gliba’s bar (Chambersburg, NJ), dumping it off a cliff along the embankments of the Delaware River – he would back up to the edge as close as he could and hit the gas to attempt to scare us. He didn’t. This was also near the huge penicillin and pharmaceutical dump by the Trenton Marine Terminal off Rt. 29 towards White City Lake..

US Navy Veteran. He had one older brother and one older sister. They (Mom & Dad) had three boys (one died – the second one – Russell – his stomach never closed so his guts were exposed and baby Russell only lived a short time. I do not know if or where baby Russell was buried) but Mom said he always wanted a girl, anyway. He told the same stories year after year for over 40 years, yet never spoke about his time in the Navy (the *brotherhood*, code of silence, whatever). He was the baby of his family. He had brown eyes. He said people had brown eyes because they were full of shit up to their forehead. His Mom died when he was 12. He had a severe hearing deficit that was never addressed, as many Veterans do. He was diabetic although it was never addressed. He had metabolic syndrome although it was never addressed. He always kept, cleaned and took great care of his German Ruger which was kept in the headboard of their bed. We learned at an early age where it was and to "respect" it.

He either fished or stayed in his bedroom watching old war movies in his later years and went to flea markets occasionally. His back also started giving out. He refused to go to a doctor. I do not recall that he ever did until his 70’s when he developed skin cancer (fisherman’s arms). Then he wore a hat like Lawrence of Arabia. They took real good care of him at whichever doctor / hospital he’d gone to. Someone trashed all of his records upon his death as I found only a few after Mom passed away – a statement from CMS Medicare – a summary of claims processed dated 6/13/2003 from a Dr. John W. Petrozzi in Barnegat – for an office visit dated 4/25/03. It was denied. Reason? "a. Our records show that the date of death was before the date of service. b. You do not have to pay this amount., c. The name or Medicare number was incorrect or missing. Ask your provider to use the name or number shown on this notice for future claims." My oldest brother wanted his "Red Dawn" book back. We never found it in the house but we combed through everything looking for it.

He would go meet his buddies for breakfast at a local diner. He was always mad at one of them at any given time. He had a loud, infectious laugh and a loud boisterous voice. He was also a tinsmith and spent a good portion of his Winters melting lead in the basement to make fishing sinkers. He had freezers full of bait (and hundred dollar bills wrapped in tin-foil). He was a phenomenal cook – he loved the typical German/ Polish/ Hungarian meat & potatoes diet. He adored his fatty meats (bacon, pork, Szalolonna, etc….). He never ate anything sugary except for tons of fresh fruit nightly. He only ate Wonder Bread (white) and tons of processed lunch meats (favorite was Lebanon Bologna). He came home for lunch daily for his bread and tomato sandwich w. fresh radishes on the side w. salt, He did like his Navy Bean Soup with ham. He also spent his afternoons at the American Legion drinking beer. The only "ritual" I remember aside from cleaning his gun weekly and going to Church with us once a year (Christmas) was breaking out the Limburger cheese every Sunday. That was the day we would all hold our noses and run out of the house screaming.

He would go fishing twice a week – a 1 1/2 hr. drive from Trenton & Lawrenceville, NJ to Waretown, NJ, where he docked his boat. There was a sharp turn around Cranberry Lake where he would drive 100MPH to try to scare us. It didn’t. While smoking his cigars (that was not fun). I did, however, have many, many night terrors most of my younger life about being trapped in a car underwater, among others. Until I learned how to escape one if it indeed happened. My friends all received a glass-break tool for the holidays one year. www.thebugoutbagguide.com/best-car-escape-tool/

He taught me how to shoot guns, ride horses, sail and swim (by throwing me in deep waters without any life vest while he laughed),. I am not sure why so many fathers do this to their daughters….one would think they’d teach them how to swim, first. He taught me how to handle a boat, to navigate through channels, sandbars and the Barnegat Inlet. He taught me how to surf. He taught me to water ski (without knowing how to swim). He taught me to snow ski. He taught me how to drive (while using a quick backhand across the face if I made my turns too wide). He taught me how to shoot bow and arrow. He taught me how to shuffle, deal and play cards. He taught me how to detail a truck. He left me a ,000 John Hancock Life Insurance policy which allowed me to purchase a Windows Millenium Edition Dell Dimension computer – my first Windows computer which enabled me to go back to school after my aneurysm. He taught me how to "be kind to animals" (after he beat them till they would no longer move) – I skip that part (hurting them). He & Mom hunted wild game (rabbits, pheasants and deer)) with 2 beagles (Tiny and Nellie who was later replaced by Rosie) which were kept outside year long. He had another dog before them – Speck. And another beagle, Queenie. He didn’t mind me bringing home as many animals (and amphibians) as I was able. Except for snakes. Mom had a snake phobia and even the tiniest garter snake upset her, so I learned not to bring home snakes after the first one.

He frequently had his drinking buddies at the house till late at night. Mom always loved Frank Sinatra, hence he did his best to emulate him in every way he could. He built a beautiful bar in the basement – I was the family bartender. He got a player piano which was quite fun. He set us up with pinball machines, pool table, juke boxes, bowling machines, arcades, etc….which he’d gotten from his friend, Whitey Bralynski from Browns Novelty, who supplied the arcade, pinball machines & shooting games.to local diners, bowling alleys, etc. – an all cash business.

He & Mom hunted deer with bow and arrow together, also. They beat the shit out of us, whipped my brothers and I frequently (I was the only one to hit back). One of the more favorite methods of "teaching" was total isolation for a day or night or more (locked in a completely dark cellar way). He was not the major disciplinarian (at least not for me). We won’t go there. He taught me how to not give a fuck about life although it was against my grain. The medical profession convinced him knee implants (which his body rejected) and various other surgeries would improve his quality of life – while in his 70’s. They, as well as Medicare or the V.A. (not sure which), squeezed the last bit of benefits out of him prior to his death. He began getting major headaches. He took shark cartilage which his buddies told him would help with pain. He died a few months after these surgeries after he insisted he did not want a nurse visiting his house to change the packings after they removed a good portion of his colon. Unless of course, his insurance would not cover it. Mom was unable to pack his wounds. His neighbor Bobby LeFebvre would go over and do this. Dad never exercised although climbing up and down a ladder in his younger years qualified for a while. Other than passive sports (bowling) while younger. he did practice his boxing skills on the family although that extended out to cage fighting, MMA and simply total loss of control of his anger (on 3 little kids). Wills Eye Hospital in Philadelphia attempted to convince him he needed to have an eye surgery – he left there in the middle of the night – Mom and her neighbor, Judy, drove to go get him at 2AM. I had just returned to work after the aneurysm and could not leave my job II was partially blind and was taking the bus) so I was on the phone with Mom throughout the night. The hospital also attempted to convince him he’d had a brain aneurysm (he did not). He did have a small stroke one Thanksgiving Day and refused treatment at that time. But one day a week or two later he walked into a wall, fell, knocked himself out splitting his head open (and one eye went crooked) which concerned them, hence a visit to the hospital. We all do love the holidays, after all. Wills Eye Hospital removed one of my Mother’s eyes – she was in her 70’s also. They like to take eyes when they can – someone can always use them. He was a Democratic Committeeman in Lawrenceville, NJ, USA. He was also a boxer on his ship, a ship’s cook, a roofing contractor, a great singer and comedian, and made friends wherever he went. He could be a very sharp dresser. He was also a die hard fisherman, a Charter Boat captain, and skilled builder, card player, gardener and carpenter. He was also an asshole, bigot and a stubborn fuck all his life. To the best of my knowledge, in spite of his earlier years as a boxer, he was never evaluated for TBI, trauma, hearing loss or any other neurological impairment or injury.

His favorite song was Frank Sinatra’s "My Way". He loved to watch Dean Martin, All In The Family and Three’s Company. He liked Chrissy. He never liked any of my friends and called all of my girlfriends (since elementary school) whores. He left instructions for Mom on how much to sell his boat, cars and trucks for and what to do with all his fishing stuff (an entire garage full) – that was very considerate, I thought. Once he & Mom were going to get a divorce – Dad said we had to choose who we wanted to live with. Ironically, I chose Dad. Brother Bob (the middle child) went hysterical and could not choose. So they reconciled after counseling with our Church pastor, we became The Brady Bunch and moved to the illustrious suburbs. Both he & Mom had themselves cremated and dumped in the Barnegat Inlet. We took Mom out on a neighbor’s boat (Al Casamente, one of his fishing buddies who later was hitting on Mom, she said) – not sure who took Dad – perhaps it was one of his fishing buddies Jimmy McCarty. When their cat, Max died here in Kentucky his ashes were shipped to NJ and his neighbor Bobby again took care of it, so Max should be out there living with the fishes as well. I do not even remember which war Dad was in. – with everyone in our families on both sides generations back in wars, it became impossible to remember whose was whose, mostly because when I’d asked there were many different answers their paperwork disappeared. There was no obituary. No memorial service.

I was told two versions of how his Mom died. One was she was at the "beauty parlor" and died from what was called "beauty parlor stroke syndrome". The other story was she was getting her hair done and there was a mob bombing in which she was killed. Read about beauty parlor stroke syndrome – articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2017/03/25/be…

While Mom was sorting out his belongings after he allegedly committed suicide, she said she found a black bra in his closet. This would most likely account for why all of his belongings were disposed of.

RIP, Dad. Thank you for preparing me to deal with senior citizens. I hope I haven’t created too much havoc as your Daughter (if I really was).

With Love,
Dysfunctional Veteran’s Daughter

Moral of Story: Drinking, drugs, babysitters & kids don’t mix. Think about it.

RIP Ziva 2011-2016
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I haven’t been on Flickr very often in the last few weeks and that’s because my cat and best friend Ziva has not feeling well.

I had to put my maine coon cat Ziva down last night. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. The last few weeks she hasn’t been acting right and was losing weight rapidly so yesterday we decided to take her to the vets. In the spring we took her to the vet because had trouble eating and that was because she had a bit of dental disease and it was causing some discomfortable but we able to take control of it and she felt better in a week. We were hoping it was going to be something similar.

When the vet did the exam, she felt something not right in her abdomen and recommended an x-ray in which we were soon to find out what it was, she had 2 large tumors in her abdomen and the doctor doctor didn’t think it was going to operable. Not that we could afford it anyways….

We had to make sure though so they brought us where the x-ray machine was and showed us the pictures and you can clearly see two large masses and that pushing her insides and it would eventually would of stopped her for going to the bathroom.

She was also losing her hair more so than normal for the last year or so but didn’t think much about it, she was an indoor cat so I thought maybe the seasons and being in a warm environment during the cold seasons was having an effect. With her teeth and mouth problems and the hair loss the vet said she most likely had some form of cancer, most likely Leukemia which unfortunately can be common in Maine Coons.

I could see she was uncomfortable and most likely in pain so we made the decision to put her down peacefully. The veterinary hospital has a beautiful pet cemetery garden out back where she will be buried.

We didn’t want watch her take her final breath so as we were leaving the nurse was holding my kitty and we were saying our final goodbyes, Ziva was just staring at me as we were walking out and I can’t get that image out of my head.

I’m going to miss her lots, she will never be forgotten.

RIP Ziva 2011-2016.

I know how many of you loved seeing pictures of my cat and I’m going to miss taking them.