Dear Diana,
I was so happy just before I got up, and then I remembered: Hazel was sick. Nevertheless, I walked calmly out and rode my scooter. I'd forgotten again. Then, when I came back in, Talia was holding a very limp Hazel. Now last night, I had sort of had a little premonition. I did that before Gloria, another guinea pig, died, and it came true. How weird is that? Anyway, I thought my little Zuzzy was already dead, but she wasn't. We carried her to the sunshine, and put her on a sheet of newspaper, the classified section. We petter her, and I picked her up, and she left this world. She died in my arms, I think that's sad. Anyway, I just started bawling, and so did Talia. Now call it babyish, but I couldn't help it. Actually, I had gone to the back porch, and saw the place where she used to graze, and then I started "raining." Then I came in, and got more cheerful, and then we went back to bury my niddle Aisy. Then I cried my head off, but we buried her underneath the little tumbleweed where she used to love, and partway under the roof. Now her face will always be in sunshine, and she will be near her rabbits, and wild grass, and rain will be kind to her. She... Oh, I'm crying too hard. Well, then, we went to my violin lesson, and I tried to be cheerful. Then we went to Orange Coast Title Company. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Anyway, we came back, Talia went to dance. Then we got ready for TKD. SHE was cutting, and I got thirsty, tired, hurt, weak, and whatever else you want to add. So it was a pretty rotten day all through.
Kitty
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