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Dear June

20 Jun

If we would have “met for coffee” five days ago, I would have told you that June had been pretty uneventful. Sure, Logan had a field trip to the Detroit Zoo and we went on a couple outings ourselves, but in the grand scheme of things, there wasn’t a whole lot to report.

This past Sunday, though, my maternal grandmother passed away. From when it was decided that they would make her comfortable to when she died, things happened swiftly, but in a lot of ways it did not come as too much of a surprise. My grandma has had more than her share of health problems over the years, and this past year it became evident that she had Alzheimer’s on top of everything else. The silver lining to this situation is that because my mom has coordinated many a funeral, my grandma was able to entrust that with her. That will be happening tomorrow, for the record. If you’re the praying sort, by all means say one for my family. We might have been mentally prepared for this, but that doesn’t make this situation an easy one, and we certainly won’t miss my grandma any less either.

Despite how this past Sunday ended, for the most part Father’s Day was a pretty good day. As per usual, we went to my in-laws’ for a get together, and then the boys spent most of the duration of day connected at the hip. But that’s not the only time they (or we) have spent together! Logan’s gone to work with his dad on several occasions, we went back to the Children’s Zoo, and we went putt putting one Saturday, too. Next Tuesday is Logan’s last day of first grade, so I’m sure more fun outings are around the corner.

Speaking of school, Logan’s definitely ready for summer vacation, but at least they do a good job at keeping the kids engaged. Last week, for example, was Relay Recess so there were spirit days, a picnic– there was even a tank where a lot of the faculty got dunked. Still to come is a water activities day, and there will be a movie and some popcorn on their last day, too.

A movie I recently watched? Iron Man. For a while now I have been wanting to watch all of the Marvel movies in somewhat or a chronological order, and my friend Amanda has been more than happy to indulge me. Originally I was hoping we could get together this week to watch the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, but for obvious reasons I’m going to be in need of a raincheck. Maybe come “Dear July” we will have made a much better dent in Mission Marvel.

In the meantime, TV shows I’ve been watching as of late include Pose, American Woman, and The 100. I’ve read a few books since Dear May, too. When we “last met for coffee,” I wrote that I was reading Alice by Christina Henry, and since then I finished that and its sequel, and then I also read Shout Down the Moon by Lisa Tucker. I am now reading Alice I Have Been by Melanie Benjamin.

I don’t think I have much else to report besides that– like I said, up until recently June had a bit of a “no news is good news” thing going on. While Logan finishes the school year, his dad and I continue to do work in our respective fields. It may not be exciting, but that’s hardly a complaint, you know? For the record, the transcription stuff is still going pretty smoothly for me. It’s hardly a dream job, but I do love being able to help financially a bit.

On that note, I think it’s time to look into a file to transcribe today. Take care, and be sure to tell your loved ones that you love them.

Sincerely, Kate ~!~


Another One Bites the Dust

5 Feb

When I’ve written intro letters in the past, I would tell my potential pen pals that I lived in Fairgrove with my husband Gabe, our son Logan, and two cats who were both named Snickers– the one Gabe had since his college days and the one I begged my mom for when I was 11 years old.


Unfortunately Gabe’s Snickers died in November, and now mine is gone too.

As sad as it is to lose a pet, I couldn’t be happier about the way Snickers, AKA Tuna, passed away. He was with me for almost 17 years and only started showing his age around this time last month. There was a rapid decline from there; it was long enough for us to come to terms with what was about to happen, but short enough that he never seemed to suffer. Sure, he wasn’t eating, barely used his litter box, and slept solely on the floor, but he never cried out or just flopped over the way the other cat did. He seemed to die peacefully and I have taken comfort in that.


I miss having a pet. On the days Gabe’s working and Logan’s at his grandparents’, I am constantly reminded that I am all alone. There will be the occasional noise in the house, and without an animal in it too they’ve become more noticeable, mainly because I don’t have that peace of mind that comes with assuming the pet made said noise. My lazy housecat wouldn’t have protected us from a mouse let alone an intruder, but it’s still unnerving that he’s gone. There has been part of me that has been tempted to get a hamster to nip that feeling in the bud, but before long– in May probably– the boys and I are hoping to welcome a lab puppy into our family. Gabe and I have talked about the new addition for a while, ultimately deciding to wait until the cats were gone to avoid any cat vs. dog drama. But I digress.


Logan definitely seemed more sad this time around. I think when Gabe’s Snickers died a few months ago, Logan more or less thought he ran away and could come back. Since that last part never happened, Logan now knows that this death thing is permanent. Every so often he’ll say he misses Tuna and each time he does it makes me want to get that hamster that much more. It’s all just so bittersweet. We’re excited for our potential furry family members, but at the same time my cat’s death has felt like the end of an era.


Sure, that “era” has included a lot of moments where he was an absolute jerk. He fought with every cat he has lived with, tried marking his territory when they were boys despite being fixed, humped my stuffed animals, ATE my first hamster, and peed on some of Logan’s toys back when the little guy first started walking. In spite of all those things though, he was my cat and I’m always going to remember him fondly.


In the words of my FB status on January 28th, “RIP, Snickers AKA Tuna. You were a douche, but you were our douche.”

Sincerely, Kate ~!~

A Catastrophe

17 Nov

The other night I posted this in the Facebook group for my pen pals:

I can no longer say we have two cats named Snickers in my intro letters. No sympathy cards or anything of the sort are needed or even wanted, but for those of you who want to know what happened you can ask. Even though it really, really sucks.

Before I go any further, I just wanted to warn you that I’ve turned off the comments for this particular blog post. I do appreciate the thoughts and prayers that are likely happening right about now, but I’d rather not hear it. The whole reason I decided to post about the situation here is so after this, I won’t have to talk about it anymore unless I want to.

RIP, (Gabe's) Snickers.

RIP, (Gabe’s) Snickers.

Neither cat was a stranger to rough-housing. My 16-year-old cat has wrestled with any and every cat he has lived with, and for the 10+ years Gabe has had his cat he never acted as if he was older than two. Every once in a while their rumbles would get out of control to the point Gabe or I would have to break them up. Last Friday was one of those times.

Normally when I break them up, Gabe’s cat will take off like a rocket, but instead of fleeing the scene he just wobbled and fell over as if the left side of his body couldn’t support his weight. Out of curiosity I stood him up to see if there was really a problem and sure enough he fell over again. For the duration of the day he hung out under Gabe’s dresser, only getting up when he had to and when Gabe came home from work (aww). Over the weekend he still didn’t get up much, but he did venture out into the hallway and bathroom. Gabe spent Sunday night petting him and rubbing his legs to see if he could tell whether or not anything was broken and he never flinched but wagged his tail so we hoped that was a good sign.


Unfortunately things took a turn the next day. He would cry out whenever he moved, and at one point he fell and had an accident. I kept thinking if Gabe wasn’t at work we would be heading to the vet, but there was another part that thought we’d be spending a lot of money to prolong the inevitable. I’m surprised that I was able to fall asleep that night because of how much he cried, but I did. Around 1am I woke up to use the facilities and on my way back to the bedroom Gabe asked me if I’d check on the cat. You can probably imagine what I found when I did.

I was and am so incredibly thankful Logan wasn’t home. Trying to find a box we could bury him in was something no three-year-old needs to see, nor would we have wanted him to witness us actually burying the cat he called his. Logan doesn’t seem all that phased by him being gone, oddly enough; to him it’s as if he ran away and one day we’ll see him while we’re driving by.


Gabe hides it well that he’s upset, but whenever the other cat comes near him he’s not exactly warm and welcoming. I am not denying that my cat is a douche, but I can tell he has felt really guilty. Normally he’s a vocal cat, but he didn’t bug us the entire time Gabe’s cat was suffering, and he hasn’t eaten as much since that awful night. When Gabe’s not around he will come and lay beside me, and though he encourages any and all petting, it’s clear that he’s there because he’s lonely. He has also been around Logan much more since the little guy has come home from his grandparents’, and though he has tolerated Logan and his check-ups for some time now, this is the first they have seemed so buddy-buddy.


But still, things definitely are different around here. It’s weird waking up in the morning and not having him follow me into the bathroom waiting for me to fill his water bowl. It’s weird not finding him on top of the freshly folded clothes on Gabe’s dresser, or in the window when the boys and I come home from grocery shopping. I know things will get less weird over time, but for now it’s just something we’re dealing with while taking comfort in the fact that he didn’t suffer very long.

Sincerely, Kate ~!~