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Paolo passed peacefully over the rainbow bridge, very late at night, on May 25, 2017. He was 20 years old.

Paolo appeared on my daughter’s apartment door step, when he was just a tiny kitten. This was in 1997. He lived quite a while with her, until she had to move away for college. He came to stay here with us, then. She would take him for rides in the ‘moving house’, which is what she called the car, and he loved riding.

Over the years he had a lot of nick-names. His name is Sao Paolo, after the city in Brazil, which my daughter had just came home from when she found Paolo. Other names we’d call him, were Paolo Jones, P. J. Jazzy Jones, and King of 3s. He was a very loving kitty, and loved to ‘talk’ to us. He had lots of funny quirks, too. He loved his ‘mice water’, which was actually just ice water in his bowl. I’d ask him did he want some ice water, which sounded like some mice water. He would wait to drink until the ice cubes were in there. He also loved whipped cream, and special cat milk, formulated for cats to drink.

He had a favorite toy. It was called ‘Stubbins’. This was a cat toy stick which had a long, fluffy feather on the end, but the feather had finally wore out, so it was just the stub of it on there…Stubbins. He’d chase that toy around in circles. We laughed and said he was about to turn into butter. He also liked his strings. These were very long cording type strings, on a silver ring. Someone had started a macrame project with them, and just left it at the house, not wanting it any more, so it became Paolo’s.

Paolo was very good at catching mice and bugs. I once saw him jump straight up from the floor to the top of the door frame, just to catch a moth. Another time I sat down and mentioned to him, very calmly, that I’d seen a mouse peek out from under the refrigerator, and he should go check it out. So, he immediately got off the couch and went into the kitchen. I heard a small scuffle, then he comes back holding the mouse he’d just caught. Good kitty!

After 20 years of being a part of our family, Paolo will be missed so much. He was loved.

I don’t know your beliefs, but I believe we will see our beloved pets again someday. In my mind’s vision, I saw all our other pets who have gone across the bridge, come gathering around to welcome Paolo. He will not be alone or lonely there.

I never say good-bye, just …see you later. ❤

***Paolo will be cremated, and his cremains will be interred next to our other kitties, Gretchen, and Weena. A graveside service will be held next week. Left to miss Paolo is his kitty friend, Cricket.

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© 2017




I sat and watched all kinds of people come and go at the estate sale we held at the old homestead. It was weird. My dad had passed away in August, and me and my sister and our husbands  were clearing out over 60 years of home items. We’d already gone through it all, and these items were what were left to sell. We’d lived here throughout my childhood, up until I married and moved out, but still it was home…the gathering place for holidays, and visiting…even moving back in with my own kids a time or two. So, yes, there were lots of memories attached to the things people were buying.

As I sat in our truck, taking a break, I watched the people, and wrote most of this, just adding a bit more today.  …



I watch awhile…they come and smile…

They make their comments…in snapshot moments…

On this day, they take away the memories of the old days…

the old ways…

The treasures that once were ours,

The remnants of our many hours

Spent living here…more than 60 years…

Tears for the history…they won’t know…

The shelves are cleared, row by row…

The image of what used to be, is now just a memory.

They only ask how much they owe…

Not thinking of our family’s woe.

Our family’s life, now laid bare…

Will they wonder? Will they care?

Will part of us be with those things…

Or will we be severed – cut like strings?

Someday, I’m sure their day will come…

Time for them to come undone.

To pass along to their heirs,

Our past memories, along with theirs.

A chain reaction that has no ending…

New memories to make…another beginning.


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