A photo shot of the moon I took in 2012.
This is JoJo back in 2005.
She was 22 years old when she passed May 15th, 2013(?), and I buried her myself. Best cat I have ever known, and oddly enough apparently I knew exactly when she passed.
She was ill, and it was likely she would not survive the day. Everyone was gone and had said their goodbyes, but I was home. It was a warm day, and I knew that I’d need some liquids when it came time to dig her grave. I went in to comfort her, and she was clearly not seeing nor blinking, but still alive. I petted her, said I’d be right back, that I had to go to the store for something to drink, and went to stand up. She grasped out at my hand with a feeble meow, but I felt there was no time to waste.
I walked out of the room, started to shut the door (we usually shut her in the master bedroom to keep her safe from the doigs, fraile as she was) then stopped.
“JoJo, I promise, I will never close you in here again. I’ll be right back”.
On the way back from the store I approached a stop sign, and as I did I could see, sense JoJo.
I knew she was gone.
“Oh JoJo, did it hurt?” I heard myself say.
Then I was back to this world. I did not rush home, I knew, and I was right.
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Big Bear Snow Gallery This is a gallery of pictures I took a couple years …
Big Bear Snow 20, a picture out the side of the car as we passed by the lake in Big Bear during the snow fall. This is from a couple years ago.
Big Bear Snow 19, a picture of my boy Scotty (Happy Birthday, buddy!). We stopped off on the way out of town by the lake to goof in the snow a little bit. This was a couple years ago. He had volunteered to drive me up so he could test his car on the mountain roads, but neither of us expected to run into snow. Here’s he lobs a snowball, considering whether or not to throw it at me. We were both dressed in shorts and t-shirts, not set for the snow at all, but at least he had a hat, lol. I miss that “For Rent” t shirt he had, lol. Last note, we had a delicious pizza cooling off in the car too, couldn’t wait to get to that, so we didn’t play long.
Big Bear Snow 18, a view off to the side of the road to hokes being blanketed by fresh snow as we make pour way up Big Bear mountain. We really didn’t expect to hit any snow, but we did find it. For a Southern Californian who lives in the flatlands, it’s a rare treat to be in the midst of a snow storm. Beauty of Southern California though is you can be in the snow, and an hour later be at the beach, and anything else in between the two.
Big Bear Snow 17, a picture of some of the ski operations in Big Bear ramping up for business as a fresh blanket of snow falls. We were passing by a couple years ago not expecting snow. Surprise!
Big Bear Snow 16, another as we travel deeper into the snow fall, my boy Scotty and I. I had to return up the hill, having been up there the prior day, which was sunny and warm with zero snow falling or on the ground. Scotty volunteered to drive me up because he wanted to test his car and his mountain driving skills. We did not expect snow at all.
Big Bear Snow 15, a look down the road towards our destination. Thankfully I didn’t drive, because I would have missed so much beauty and not been able to shoot so many pics!
Big Bear Snow 14, a look to the side and down the road as we travel farther into the snow fall.