Wednesday, June 12, 2013
He was 16 and a half years old (born Nov 1996).
He had not been doing so well since the previous Tuesday (it seems he had a blockage and was straining to poop) but was more-or-less okay up until Saturday. Then he ate the rice and ground beef I specially made for him ( he hadn't been eating), but threw that up Saturday night/Sunday morning and went downhill fast from there.
I left the fan on him when I went to work Monday morning and he was weak but would get up and walk around looking for me and trying to drink but couldn't. Then later when I got home from work he was convulsing and just as I touched him and said "I'm so sorry" he died.
I had done everything I could for him......it was just his time. Thought I would have been prepared for it but you never are.
Didn't sleep very well that night. Got up the next morning, got ready for work and was able to close all the windows for the first time in a long while. Then as I was leaving I reached out to turn on the radio to keep him company...and stopped. No need to do that anymore.
Those are the things that are going to hurt. It's been a few weeks since he left me but I will always have him in my heart.
R.I.P Phelix (Nov 1996 to May 20, 2013):
To my hairy companion who has been by my side ever since I stepped foot in the USA; I will always love you:
"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
|Jackie and Callie.|
|Dykes on bikes.|
|"Four more years!"|
|The Obama Pride contingent.|
|Cutie-patootie Officer McInerney who said it was his first Pride Parade. |
His facial expressions on some of the floats were hysterical!
|Damn! Those heels!|
|(l-r) Jackie,Callie and myself.|
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Through a reader's haze I heard another customer in the store get up and sit in one of the barber's chair and having a loud conversation with the person sitting in the chair beside him. I couldn't help but overhear snippets of the banter between the two. The younger guy described himself as a personal trainer, and how much he made per hour doing that, etc. This went on for quite a few minutes I zoned in and out of the conversation.
Soon it was my turn. I sat in the chair vacated by one of the conversationalist, told my guy what I wanted in a trim, and then began to really pay attention to my surroundings. After all, personal trainer sometimes meant hunky man-meat.
Low and behold, there he was. Young guy, deep voice, olive skin, hairy muscular legs, chatting with the staff about an upcoming fight he was participating in. "A boxer?" I thought to myself, "Wonder if he had a broken nose....?!" Trying not to stare, I glanced at the bruise under his left eye, and the healing cut above his left brow. He had my attention- I had never seen a professional boxer up close before. And up close the view was yummy. Luckily I had the barber's bib on to help catch the drool oozing from the corner of my mouth.
Unfortunately, his trim was over long before mine, and as he got up he reminded the guys in the shop to watch his fight with Chris Arreola in two weeks. As he stood, I saw him in full profile: lean, fighter's stance, broad shoulders, quick on his feet.
I was hooked.
Once my trim was over I left the store and on reaching home Googled Chris Arreola to see if I could put a name to the face I just saw. And minutes later I found him: Mike Mollo, Oak Lawn native, born in 1980. He had a good reputation and was respected by boxing critics for his skills. The fight he referred to was set for June 23rd at the Staples Center in Los Angles.
I'm still trying to figure out what he was doing in my neighborhood getting a trim. Did he live around here? Did he know one of the guys in the shop? What fate caused our paths to cross that Saturday?
All irrelevant. Right now,being a good Chicagoan I am wishing my hunky boxer good luck in his fight. You go boy and REPRESENT!!!!