Cherl

On Sunday, a lifelong friend passed.  I learned about it on Facebook last evening just as I was checking messages on my phone before turning out the light.  On Facebook.  I learned about the death of a close friend, on Facebook.  I just don't get it.  That's a whole other story. 

When I first moved to Webster from the city as a 12 year old, Cherl was my first girlfriend.  Boy did we have fun.  Her parents were fun.  We grew very close very fast.  Then we got in to boys, and drinking, and then the real fun began.  Ha.  We hung out for years until she went to one school and I another, because of the way Webster was split up with the school system.  We grew apart, but never far.  She even lived with me for a brief period of time.  And then she began to steal from me.  It was then that I realized she had a drug problem.  We parted ways, but only for a few years, when she began a drug program, and started to mend her ways.  She even paid back as best she could for what she stole from me.

Cherl had two daughters that she loved dearly, and four ? grandchildren.  Both her parents were deceased.  She has a sister and step sister.  And brother?  I was told 'poperly' after I finally received a call last night from her sister and she told me that she had track marks lined up and down her arm, and that there were lines of heroin still on her dresser for the next fix.  I was told that in the last six months, they revived her three times.  Over the years, we spoke once or twice within a six month period.   But it was like we had talked just yesterday each time.  I had no clue she was still using.  I spoke to her last week when she gave me advice on my surgery coming up in two weeks.  God knows she had a lot of surgeries to speak from experience about.

What a waste of a life ahead of her.  The suffering she has caused her children, friends and family.  I know its an addiction, but God.  I'm certainly not mad at her, I'm just so sad I never knew, maybe I could have made a difference if I had spent more time with her.  May be maybe maybe.  My heart is broken. 

Melville #1 TNR 051419

Today, Joel and Kings trapped this beauty.  On Melville spot #1.  I can't imagine a seal point is not fixed, but there is no ear tip, so we won't know until clinic, if they accept. We did not have an appointment.  We just know we could set a trap on every street corner and trap a cat to prevent a litter.  Its got to be done.  Until the money runs out.  Its $80 per cat for TNRs, if anyone would care to contribute.  My bill is now $650 at the clinic.  Their number is 585-288-0600.  Kitty will be spayed or neutered, given rabies and distemper, and dewormed and defleaed.

Speaking of the clinic, I stopped by to see the five kittens that Cyndy is helping to bottle feed.  They are so adorable.  Except for little Rocky, who is so much more tinier than his siblings.  I still have hope for him.  We have to keep praying for his survival.  The littlest one of all.

Its rainy and miserable out there, but the sun will shine again!  Summer is a coming!  And I still have a party on my radar for the folks that helped me through the first four months of my recovery from a broken leg/ankle.  Time just crept up and I didn't do it like I wanted to do as soon as I wanted to do it.  Pain has a way of screwing things up.  I am not even sure of the fundraiser this year.   But funds are surely running out to continue on my mission to help these babies I continue to rescue.  So I must figure this out.

Have a great day!