Tummo needs more lights on her altar....we will go tomorrow. 

How I loved that perfect wild never stray cat.

I was so ill and destroyed by everyone in toronto, though pretty sane and never psychopathological for ages, that God never gave us sick pets to on top of it look after and costing fortunes.

At the most nursing I got, was with Jerry at first (I was doing all vet jobs) and M'kwaa simply because she was old and needy. But they were never burdens as such though I got pretty grumpy on m'kwaa's death bed but will never know why. She was euthanised at home and God yelled at her for flinching at being given the needle...i dont know why he did that. You wanted her braver than that, anouchka. She was yours to train into the bardo.