the underside's bright amber

While she's still here

Today's the day I should be taking photos of lots of these.

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Except that outside it's doing this.


I thought that there was a break in the rain, but by the time I carried everything down there, it was raining again. V played in the rain for a little while and I sat hoping it would stop raining. 

But it didn't. So I gave up. I'll make hangtags or something.

On the way back inside, Grace had come downstairs so I brought my indoor-only cat outside for a few minutes so she could look around.

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Last week I noticed she was looking mighty yellow, so I took her to the vet where we discovered that her liver is not functioning well.

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Grace is 17 years old and I've had her since she was a wee kitten. My mom gave her to me even though I said didn't want one more cat. I already had two. 

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But I'm glad my mom ignored my complaints. Gracie has been the best cat in all the best cat ways that you can imagine. The few mice I've ever had in my house, she has caught. As R says, she's not quick, she's sudden.

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She's a lap cat. She's never happier than when sitting with you on the sofa, even if she just met you. Grace never met a stranger.

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She doesn't act like she's ready to move on. Give her a string and she'll play, brush her and she'll thank you with purrs. So I'm giving her subcutaneous fluids most nights to keep her hydrated. And I'm feeding her special food several times a day whether she likes it or not (she doesn't). 

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And I'm thankful for this time we have left together, no matter how short these 17 years now seem.

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Last Friday, V and I took the camera and headed out to a cemetery to take pictures of a headstone belonging to a man we'd never heard of before Thursday night.

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Not sure how I found it, but I happened onto a site called Find a Grave where you can see photos of headstones in cemeteries around the world. I found a photo of my grandparents' headstone there and was touched that someone, who in all likelihood didn't know them, took the time to take a photo and upload it to the site.

So I decided that I would start taking photos too.

Not even two days later, there was a new request for a photo. So V and I went to Mountain Home National Cemetery and took some pictures.

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It's really a beautiful cemetery. For someone like me who loves old buildings and architecture, it was a visual treat.

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The headstones were pretty uniform, but there was the occasional anomaly.

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Clover appeared to be this woman's first name. V found this one irresistible.

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V, of course, didn't really understand any of it, but that didn't stop her from having fun.

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But she also had moments of real serenity.

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Mainly she was just happy to be outside, walking around, enjoying the sunshine after the rain and the breeze blowing her hair.

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If you take the moon in your hands
and turn it round
(heavy, slightly tarnished platter),
you're there;

if you pull dry seaweed from the sand
and turn it round
and wonder at the underside's bright amber,
your eyes

look out as they did here
(you don't remember)
when my soul turned round,
perceiving the other side of everything,
mullein leaf, dogwood leaf, moth wing
and dandelion seed under the ground.
                                                            ~ H.D.