Maggie remembers you (as her namesake) and CInammon with great affection--it was our best stop on our way to our new home. What an adventure it was! Every day was exciting, with the country unrolling ahead of us, and us plunging into an unknown region, gambling on the kindness of friends and strangers we had yet to test. And the gamble paid off, in spades, as the sying goes. Thanks for the well wishes, Gnuzer. I send them back to you an Mum redoubled. I am very sorry about Cinnamon. That's the bitch about dogs; we love them with all our hearts, and they live lives shorter than our own. When Maggie the dog takes her final exit through God's own doggy door I will be dismayed and will crumple briefly. She adds warmth and color and humor to my life in myriad ways, she is patient and kind, as smart as a dog needs to be, and a good and constant friend. So I do not look forward to her leaving. She is only about eight now, so we are aging apace. But her burn rate is much higher than mine. For my own part I am slightly nerved up about the beginning of chemotherapy in the heart of the Voodoo Camp, surrounded by incantations and strangely carved mystical devices made of strange materials. I will bring a good book or two and post an update to my Carebridge site, where I do my Cancer Road Journaling. So far, so good, and remember Mom's heraldic motto: Illegitimi Non Carborundum!
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