Don't tell me it's too soon

Thanks for bearing with me over the last few days, and thanks for the comments, emails, Facebook messages, phone calls, smoke signals, telegrams, and strippers. It really helped ease the pain (although The Pie did not take too kindly to the stripper at the front door). Not blogging was the right thing to do since I would have been going on and on about grieving and loss. Topics like "Top ten ways to grieve when you're on the go" and "The moral implications of euthanization" we're hardly gonna go over very well. We've really been missing Wally around here lately, but...

I'd like to think that I don't believe the whole "everything happens for a reason" thing, but sometimes it's hard not to. The Pie and I wouldn't be together if not for a series of incidents that put us in the same place at the same time years after losing touch with each other while we were attending YSU. Without getting into all the sappy details if I hadn't been student teaching, hadn't taken my kids out sketching in the local park, hadn't been walking back to the school with a student who lived next door to The Pie (at that time just "Kim"), hadn't seen Kim drive by as we were crossing the street... my life would be totally different. I wouldn't be living in Charlotte now, wouldn't be a bike messenger, wouldn't have gotten into endurance racing, wouldn't have The Boy and Fajita... you name it. All these things happened because of one fortunate moment in time.

Anyways...

The day after Wally was put to sleep Cheese showed up at the Humane Society.

Cheese was left locked in an apartment after the tenants were evicted. She was alone without food or water for at least ten days before the landlord found her. She had started to chew on her legs and was pretty emaciated when she was rescued. She was taken to Animal Control, then the Humane Society saved her from her possible fate there, and she is now staying with us so we can help put some weight back on her (she's sitting around 5lbs and should be closer to 8 or 9lbs). We've got two weeks to get her fat and happy, and yes, she has made Wally's absence a little easier to deal with.

I promise this blog will go back to being bike related tomorrow. As a matter of fact there's some big news tomorrow, so be sure to check back in for the first bike specific post in a week or so.

Happy shortest day of the year fellow bike commuters. We win again!!!