Normally I don't post stuff like this. But considering the month, this was just too good to not pass up. At the time of death, Stan Lee was accused of being things he never was including being a racist. This I discovered all thanks to @marvelfacts recent post helps clear the air with the true facts of a good person whose name was being dragged through the dirt by those who sought to tarnish his name. It just goes to show you that there are truly good people in this world. #stanlee#stantheman#stanthemanlee#stanssoapbox#happyblackhistorymonth
This player will always hold a special place in my heart even though I never got to see him play. He's a brother in the same fraternity as me, one of the best baseball players ever, from Western PA, and beloved in the city of St. Louis for his generosity.
Pic 1 - The advert that caught Paul & Leanne's eyes! I'm so cute!, how could they resist?! 🐶
Pic 2 - The day they visited me to see if we liked each other, I had a little nap on Leanne's lap! I wanted to show her exactly how sweet I am 🐶
Pic 3 - I had a little wee on Leanne's lap. I tried to warn her but she wanted to leave me on her lap until it was too late 😂 I didn't completely empty my bladder on her.. I finished it on the mat and gave her a cheeky glance! 🐶
I wrote in a post about Stanley's 'Gotcha Day' last May that we had made "[so] many memories over the past six years, with many, many more to come." That's been the hardest part of my grieving his loss. Reconciling my thoughts of all the time I thought we would have together with all the time that we didn't have. That we won't have. And then again, with the short time we did have.
The median life expectancy for a cat with large cell gastrointestinal lymphoma is 6-9 months after diagnosis. We had 53 days.
There were days where you never would have known that this crazy cat had cancer. That he was silly, and playful, and just acted like my sweet baby kitty. I still wrestle with the fact that I took his improving scans and seemingly healthier demeanor for granted. I was trying to be hopeful and positive. I was praying that he would have 6-9 months...or maybe, like some of the stories about miracle cats that I read, he would have more time than that and beat the odds.
He had 3 good weeks of chemo, and the fourth week, his cancer suddenly changed course, fighting back, aggressive and ruthless. We decided to stop cancer treatment on January 11th after his liver became affected. I knew that I was taking him home for kitty hospice that day. I knew that I was providing end of life treatment. I just didn't realize how little time we would have, how precious time would become, and how at the end, I would beg and cry, and barter for more anyway.
Sometimes, I think about a day I wish I could go back to. One where I am happy, and Stanley is healthy, and everything is better. I know exactly which day it is. I have that date in my head. The thing is, we would still only have so much time.
It's been a month since I held Stanley's face in my hands and said goodbye. The time has seemed so fast, and my heart has felt so broken. I grieve the time we didn't have while trying to celebrate the time we did. How precious and sweet that time was!
He was my best friend. The furry love of my life. I always imagined Stanley living a very long life and being there through my milestones. I'll carry him in my heart, so maybe, he'll be there in spirit.
I just wish there was more time.