I understand I am the member of a special club here called The February Furballs. I don’t know exactly how many members are in it, but I know these: Bellona, Lucky, Rio, Bud and me. We all had our legs stolen by stealth and magic in February 2011. We all were lured into a vehicle of some sort, taken to a V-E-T, enticed into taking a lovely nap and then woke to the magical goodness of having a leg missing. Of course, the whatever that made our legs hurt or gimpy or bad was gone, too. Added bonus, of course. Excuse me if I’m a wee bit cynical about that part. You see, my leg never hurt. I have seen the photos, though, and I admit it didn’t look good for my future.
So today I say happy, hippy, hoppy ampuversary to me! One more month and it will be a year. I hope my Woman is already sending out the invitations for the affair, and I hope all my Tripawd friends are running the lint brushes over their tuxes and spangly gowns, because February is going to be the month to pawty! After all, look at all the pawesome members who will be celebrating a whole ding-dang year with me!
I hope there is a big ol’ party table set up over the Bridge, too, because I have a lot of friends there who I want to celebrate with me today. Yesterday Abby made everyone really sad when she crossed the Bridge, but I’m thinking maybe she went in advance to make sure this damned party is done right. Abby has always been our go-to girl for all things sparkly and celebratory. I know she is making sure that Gayle doesn’t eat all the cheese and Catie puts down her stick and Ted brushes his hair and Chili and Bo and Tate dry off before coming to the table. There are so many over there partying, I can hear them laughing and playing when I dream. Can’t you?