Yesterday was all about Her eyes. She is getting used to not needing glasses for most things, except for the computer and Her crossword puzzles. The doc said She didn't need any specially made ones. She now has a bunch of glasses for that and She got them out of Her catalogs. She has to get used to seeing Herself in the mirror, because She doesn't look right to Herself. Well, Cofs, She says, this is how I look, so get used to it. I don't care how She looks at all. Brushing, pets, snuggles - all eyes-closed activities. It will be a year before She needs to go back to see the eye-doc. She will miss the nice rides with Him. They would laugh and talk on those long rides to the doc, and lots of times, They would stop for treats. Well, There will still be treats. For instance, tomorrow night They are having a special dinner to celebrate that Their house is all paid for.
When She retired, She was very busy with many things. Mazie lived here then, and there were lots of jobs at Her church. She liked to go and play with LW'sSibs, and there were friends who used to go for lunches with Her. Then LW came along, and She was so glad that She had time to play with all those children. She had a black-and-white cat. Everything changed when She started falling down. Now She mostly stays and plays with us. It makes Her get bummed sometimes. I'll go and get on Her lap. That always cheers Her up. Later, Gator.
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