Day Dos-All over the place

I awoke actually remembering a dream, which is a rarity.  All I remember is an old boyfriend, Virgil and an old cat, Bill.  I loved Bill with all my heart.  And, I loved the boyfriend too but not like the cat :)

Virgil, was just a blip in my "veteran" saga.  Vietnam Veterans have always been drawn to me.  I'm not sure why... or actually, these days, I'm more and more sure why.  I should say, I used to be not be sure why.  I've had many many experiences with veterans, experiencing their pain and fear as if I were the tunnel rat or the helicopter gunner.  I can tell you, Vietnam, for alot of our American soldiers, was... pure evil and hell.  Veterans, of many wars, have always sought me out.... just the way it is.  I've rolled with it and enjoyed the history lesson. Virgil, got in trouble in the early 70's and was recruited to do a rescue mission to gather some POW's.  Him and his friend set out on a boat to do recon mission of recovery and his friend was killed by a sniper while they were on the boat together heading into the mission.  Virgil's guilt was inconsolable from that experience.  I had him call the parents of the slain young man, but nothing could console Virg.  As a result, he was an alcoholic (most veterans suffer some kind of addiction).  Virgil was 22 years my senior when I dated him in my early 20's.  He was fun and oh so yummy. I often wonder if he is still around.  Last I heard he was arrested in Hayden, Colorado in February 2001 for third degree assault.  And in 2006 was living in Westerville, OH.

Bill, the cat, Billson, as I called him.  He was my first orange kitty.  I had a full name for him at one time, but I can't remember what it was, because he just became Billson.  He went thru the hardest time of my life with me and had to be put down shortly after arriving in Texas because he didn't have any teeth left.  It was the right thing to do.  I always felt terribly guilty for feeding him ice cream, is that what caused his teeth to rot out?  We would eat it together.  He LOVED ice cream so why not let him have it? Right?  Can't find a handy picture of ole Bill.  I sure did love him... I'm sure it was mutual.

I burst into tears this morning, first thing I saw was the picture of Zeb and I hugging after getting my certificate.  Why the emotion?  I guess because it's important to me.

Then, the picture of the horse came in... and instant drain.  I'm really not sure he's still alive.... and I may be being called out there... to help him pass.  He's definitely a 1 on the scale in this picture... and as soon as I get myself together, I'll head out.  All ready to fight the good fight if I really find a horse that looks like this...







On my mind today is the song by Stone Temple Pilots, Plush


Maybe more after my little excursion to check on the horse...