Had another murder. Goldie caught a chipmunk in the bushes and brought it out in the grass. She set it down, and the chipmunk scampered around. I tried to hold back Rufus and Goldie so the chipmunk could get away. Well, Rufus grabbed it and shook it vigorously to drop it. I picked it up to see if the poor dear was okay. I set it on the patio table. I stroked it and pressed on its chest. It vibrated its foot, so let it rest a bit. I couldn't see any chest movement, so I think Rufus broke bones in the shaking to kill it. Poor chipmunk.
Since nobody wrote an obituary for her hometown paper, I wrote an obit for my local paper since my Aunt Janet was born here. I realized I barely knew her. I had no idea where she worked or what she did. I didn't know when she married either. Would have been nice if someone closer to her wrote this. She had Alzheimer's and was in a coma for a couple days before she died. My Aunt Judy keeps telling me not to visit my Uncle Jim mourning the loss of his wife. Nobody else is going so people think I shouldn't go either. It's too long of a drive for a single woman. Yeah, I live my entire life by myself so I'm used to do everything by myself. Then my Aunt Judy won't tell me the cemetery where they are having a burial service. I have never heard of a funeral nobody is allowed to go to. Even if I am the only relative there, I AM GOING.
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