Sunday, March 13, 2011

Sunday Memories: The Days of Frostbite

A two-month old Jupiter, then called Jimmy, when he was brought into the shelter with his five brothers and sisters. So sick, they were slotted to be put to death when a friend showed up 45 minutes before it was scheduled, brought them home and nursed them back to health.

Some folks say their pet saved their life. At least a guy on a PBS show said that.

I don't think Jupiter saved my life.

I think he saved me from frostbite seeping into my life and killing off bits and pieces. If it hadn't been for him, I would have lived just fine for years, never noticing that parts of my heart no longer felt.

The Book of Jupiter

Getting Adopted: July, 2009

Happiness and the Heart

Once I Was A Man

Adrian and Jupiter

Home Is The Bag

Even The Cat Was Found On the Street

Thank You East Village Corner

A Day In The Life

A View From A Kitchen

In the Still of the Night

Cat On A Hot Tin...

The Showdown

Still of Another Night

Catboy in Love

Old and New Sunrises

The Cat and the Couch


Anonymous said...

A cat is a piece of the human heart wrapped in fur. There is one for each of us if we will only let it in.

Anonymous said...

gulp! oh boy...that little image breaks my heart, but then to think how he grew with your love and lots of good tj's food.

c.o. moed said...

This is his birthday month. He was born in March. He is two years old. And this morning spent a good deal of time trying to get me to feed him before 7am. This rare day I won only to find him at 10 sprawled across most of the bed.

Alana said...

you're a good mommy and jupiter is one lucky fella. Seeing what he was two years ago you and your friend definitely saved his life in more ways than one.