Storm would have been 14 years old on Sunday. Not a morning goes by that I don't look for him in the corner of the room where he slept, looking forward to wishing him a good morning. I miss this guy so much. (Photo circa 2011 - this is how I'll always remember him).
Trying my hand at some natural dying! This is cochineal.
Waiting patiently.
A gift from my friend Ali! So pretty.
H arrived home Friday night, and all of us, including Gretel, are beyond excited. He's exhausted and needs a hair cut, but three months was way too long. I'm looking so forward to having him around for a few weeks.
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