Flashback Post…Miss you, Little Man.

I was at an event at the Greenville Humane Society last week and wandered into the PK room (The Mister works there and apparently that is jargon for the Puppy and Kitten room) and locked eyes with a beautiful little black/grey tabby boy who reached out from his cage just like Mills had done in the Spartanburg shelter so many years ago.  I purposefully rubbed his head and then my eye just so I’d remember why I can’t have any more cats.  But that has gotten me thinking about my Little Man…and tomorrow will be a year to the day since he left me and Simon for the Bridge.  I’m still thinking about Alfonso, the green eyed devil in the PK room…but no one could replace my Mills.

Night Night, Little Man.

Miss you, Mee-uhls.  To.Absolute.Bits.

There and Back again…and again…


The Dunnes
Originally uploaded by Nancy Dunne

Well, it has been two weeks shy of two months since I’ve seen that handsome devil in the picture with me (taken in May 2010 in York). I was losing hope that I’d see him before Christmas. I was losing my mind. I was losing my grip on politeness and definitely losing my composure.

Today we found a cheap flight…and now my world has righted a bit. I will be back in the UK to visit from 16-31 August. Back with no car. Back on the buses and trains and in taxis. Back at Sainsbury’s and ASDA and eating at Nando’s. Back right next to Mr. Dunne, and you’ll be hard pressed to pull me away from him, at least not for very long.

I can’t wait. I can’t wait for the English voices on the tannoy. I can’t wait for Daisy to be curled up on me on the sofa and Mills to be purring in my hair as I go to sleep at night. My family is the most important thing to me in the world, and I can’t wait for all of us to be on the same continent, even if it is only for two weeks.

Roll on August!

Happy Inside

Can you imagine if they released 100 greyhounds into an IKEA? There wouldn’t be a meatball left in the store, I can assure you of that, and they’d find them all asleep on the Ektorp sofas.

(There’s a ginger tabby that looks right at the camera at one point…looks SO much like my Mills…)