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RIP Madeline L'Engle, and Her Ladyship
Sep. 7th, 2007 08:19 pmI just read where Madeline L'Engle has died at age 88. One of my first favorite authors, and her themes and images and ideas still resonate with me. I realized that she must have been older than I am now when she wrote A Wrinkle in Time. Gives me hope that I may still grow in wisdom enough to write things worth saying. If I get off my ass and Just Do It. I'm strongly considering an original plot for nanowrimo this year, instead of fanfic.
And I also had to put my ancient pussycat to sleep this afternoon. Wee Hob is moody and sad, and her younger feline companion, a brain damaged eternal adolescent cat named Samwise is wandering about the house, confused that he can't find his friend anywhere. Her full name was "Her Most Exalted Ladyship, Queen Mab" because when I got her she was so very dignified and tolerant of the antics of younger cat (real adolescent then). It was shortened to Ladyship, then M'lady, and finally just Lady. She was the sweetest and most patient beast I have ever known, and I still remember how thrilled Wee Hob was when I got him back and she chose His bed to sleep on and adopted him as her own kitten. One of my friends who is sensitive to the thoughts and ways of animals said that she considered us all "her kittens", and she felt very content to look after us and shake her head at our strange ways.
I feel guilty and sad I couldn't do more for her, but even if I could have afforded the cost of trying to save her, it was a long shot at best, as her organs seemed to be failing, and without extensive bloodwork we couldn't have even known what to treat, or if it was treatable. But we made sure she didn't suffer, and Wee Hob has decided that was a good thing. We buried her next to his godparents' dog, who had always wanted a kitty cat of her own. We never met this dog, but we have heard all the stories. And now Wee Hob will have a place he can visit her.
Anyway, that's my life for today.
And I also had to put my ancient pussycat to sleep this afternoon. Wee Hob is moody and sad, and her younger feline companion, a brain damaged eternal adolescent cat named Samwise is wandering about the house, confused that he can't find his friend anywhere. Her full name was "Her Most Exalted Ladyship, Queen Mab" because when I got her she was so very dignified and tolerant of the antics of younger cat (real adolescent then). It was shortened to Ladyship, then M'lady, and finally just Lady. She was the sweetest and most patient beast I have ever known, and I still remember how thrilled Wee Hob was when I got him back and she chose His bed to sleep on and adopted him as her own kitten. One of my friends who is sensitive to the thoughts and ways of animals said that she considered us all "her kittens", and she felt very content to look after us and shake her head at our strange ways.
I feel guilty and sad I couldn't do more for her, but even if I could have afforded the cost of trying to save her, it was a long shot at best, as her organs seemed to be failing, and without extensive bloodwork we couldn't have even known what to treat, or if it was treatable. But we made sure she didn't suffer, and Wee Hob has decided that was a good thing. We buried her next to his godparents' dog, who had always wanted a kitty cat of her own. We never met this dog, but we have heard all the stories. And now Wee Hob will have a place he can visit her.
Anyway, that's my life for today.
