Hey, you never know.
Hey, you never know.
This comic strip exists as a love letter to my cats and dogs, and so I owe it to them to keep telling the story, while keeping it as bearable as possible for you all to read. I haven’t wanted to get into my Slinky son’s health beyond what I’ve been sharing, because I have no life-saving advice for anyone, beyond adopt cats and love every minute you have with them. That’s the moral of the whole comic, really. Despite being in perfect health, cancer somehow got to him. He did not smoke, he rarely ate junk food, and was a fitness enthusiast, running miles every day of his near-sixteen years. He leads the way for me all the time, and now is no different.
He was able to enjoy ice cream and walks in the sun right to the end, and he was–and still is–so very loved. That’s all anyone can hope for, isn’t it?
I came up with all the comics you’ll be reading over the next few weeks while walking around with him, while he was still here, aware there’s really only one way out for all of us, but still happy he was with us. If you’ve been reading this comic from the beginning you know no one’s ever really gone, and I’m going to keep it as funny as all this can be because I personally hate those comic strips where the characters get old and die, don’t you?
I wanted to share some photos of him with his bro and his dog sisters, because nothing heals like a load of cat photos. Down at the end is a classic video of him in action with his bro and The Puppy.
Why are you still reading? Go watch that video! Go!
My Fluffy son has been diligent in keeping his brother from knowing what’s what with the world. When The Woman left us 13 years ago today, he kept standing in front of his bro so he couldn’t see what was up. Apparently he also told him she went to a sheep circus in New Zealand? I did not know this until now.
Yes, my woman totally was an artist and you can see the video of that drawing being created here in a Friday Flashback!
This year they’re calling today “A Day Without A Woman.” I’ve gone 4018 days without THE Woman, proving that Border Collies are not only serious about their jobs, they sure know how to pick a day. Re-reading the e-mails I sent about Puppy training, however, show that the Puppy knew way more about how to be a Puppy than I did and I should have been staying off the Internet. I miss The Woman, but The Puppy has turned into a hell of a dog. I would have loved to see all the dogs I even had in action together, even if that action involved me being mauled by the cuteness.
(tl;dr: I schedule my comics, so have a good day without a woman. You’re all supposed to miss me terribly and embrace women’s rights now.)
Listen to your heart, or the disembodied voices of your ancestors. They may lead you to a happy thing.
The Puppy is running low on boyfriends. Last month the world lost the unique talents of Gizmo the Protector, a furry dude who took his job so seriously he wouldn’t let anyone reach past him to ring the doorbell of his house to alert his family he’d scaled the barbecue again. I had the honor of spending a summer evening with Gizmo, strangely laid back as a guest in my yard. Once he was back with his family he quickly forgot our affair and I assume told me to step back. Gizmo enjoyed digging and wrestling and showing everyone his Cujo impression. He was preceded to the great big yard by his brother Fidget, who was a classy little guy.
The Puppy literally has one boyfriend left on the block.
The Woman’s buttpuffs really do bring all the boys to the yard, OMG.
(Because I’m pretty sure none of you have been reading from the beginning, The Woman’s first line ever? Something about not trusting the cat. Who knew how she learned that?)