When the Mr. and I moved to our newlywed love nest post-nuptials, we had one strong stipulation - NO pets allowed. My parents VERY kindly came to NYC, picked up my "kids", and took them back to Dallas with them so they could enjoy their golden years in a big, sprawling, sunny home.
One of my critters, Whitey, came to me 5 years ago or so, malnourished and abused. I had the choice of either taking him into my home (which at the time already had 4 other animals), or sending him to a kill shelter in Phoenix. It was a tough choice to increase my brood to a whopping 5, but an even tougher choice to know I would send him on to his eventual death. He was odd-looking- albino white fur and strange orange eyes- a face only a mother could love. Love him I did, and nursed him back to health and a long, happy life.
Sadly, my little babe passed away in his sleep yesterday afternoon.
Rest in peace, buddy...






Hi, I'm Lulu! Equal parts stay-at-home mom and corporate maven by day; blogger, wannabe chef, and small business owner by night. Want to learn more? Check out my 'About Me' page

