There have been blog posts, which I have written in the past, that I write to work out a bit of grief. This is one of them. This morning, I had to make the decision to have our 12 year old cat, Goober, put down. It was not an easy decision, and I left the vet's clinic in tears. Never thought a 57 year old man would do that over a cat. But I have been told several times today that a pet is still part of the family. And in the 12 years that Goober was around, he was pretty special. First point of I'd like to make is that Goober was not named after George Lindsay's character from the Andy Griffith Show . I named him Goober because his mother's name is Peanut, named so by my daughter, Sylva, after she ate a peanut M&M. My reasoning was that another name for a peanut was a goober pea, hence the name. Peanut came to us as a stray, and I was talked into keeping her because my family loves animals. Before we could get her spayed, she brought a litter into the world...
Ladies and gentlemen, take my advice. Pull down your pants, and slide on the ice.