Monday, June 14, 2010

3 Weeks....

Last night I dreamed my house fell into a shallow sink-hole (this actually happened to a family in Quebec - they were in the basement watching a hockey game, when the ground opened up and swallowed them: mother, father, and 2 children). My house was in ruins, and people were taking all my clothes. I was searching for my cats...and waking up, exhausted, as usual my first thought is that Chesney is still missing.

Am I waiting for him to return, or is this just the beginning of forever gone?


  1. Chesney, please come home soon. We are all so worried!

  2. You poor thing Anya, grief takes such strange forms sometimes. I wish you sweeter dreams tonight.

  3. I'm sending you a big hug
    Like I said, I've been in your shoes
    My heart aches along with you
    xo xo xo

  4. Anonymous11:52 AM

    Hi there

    Have only just discovered your blog - and so am distraught to see your last listing about Chesney. As a cat lover and owner myself, I really would be beside myself.

    Am sending you lots of positive thoughts and healing light.