My cup nearly runneth over…I lost a dear friend  last night – and learned today that my folks had to “put down” their kitty “Mack.” My mom said he was refusing to leave the basement, was unable to poop…his poor little body basically shut down. I’m glad I was able to stop by to see “Mack” for one last time on Monday – and glad I took a pic of him with my dad.

My dad and “Mack” the cat.

Also, my brother told me earlier this week that they had to “put down” their cat Leela. They had gone to extreme measures to keep her alive over the past couple of years…it just became too much.

Are there enough hugs in the world for me and my family this week? I’m not sure how much more I can take… I was doing pretty well last night with alcohol helping to “numb” things a bit – and fatigue taking over to help numb me this morning. When I started waking up today, damn…I was barely holding things together. One of my co-workers gave me a hug (I gotta admit I needed it)!

Speaking of hugs, last night, I gave a GIANT hug to one of Archie’s best friends. He was just so sad…I just kind of hugged him from behind while he was sitting at the bar.

And today, I got a friend request from him on Facebook, and wondered who he was… Turns out his name is “Scott.” OK! Then I remembered…

“Oh yeah…that friend of Archie’s whose name I always forget every time I see him.”

I’d like to think that Archie wouldn’t want us to be sad at his passing. I’d like to think he’d like things done “wake” style. Spin some great tunes (I know some of the music he likes), enjoy some drinks (lots of drinks)…share the memories. I think this needs to be done.