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Monday, March 02, 2009

Tuna Cock

That was Ben's way of saying "2 o'clock" when he was a little guy.  He told his sitter that "Mommy is picking me up at tuna cock", ya know, one of those memories.

I thought of it because I have an appt. for taking RocketMan in to be put down today, at 2 p.m. The tumor on his face has grown pretty large, we can see the changes in it every day.  I don't know if I want to take a picture of it....

3 comments:

  1. Sorry about taking your dear pet in at tuna cock - we still miss our Miss Kitty - such friends they become.

    The decorations are darling!!!

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  2. Oh, Vicky, what a sad day. I'm sorry. But tuna cock? That's about the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time. I hope that little sweetness tempers the sad a little when you think of the big orange guy.

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  3. I'm just now reading this, some days later.

    I'm sorry about your kitty friend's health problem. However, you lived up to your responsibility as his human friend by relieving him of misery. It's a brave and kind thing to do.

    Wishing you and your family the best -

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