Winston

I just worked on our listing on Winston St. It's made me very sad and miss my cat, my Li'l Guy. Buster's great and all... actually, he can be a real pain. He's no Winston. I actually don't think about him much anymore. That all seems so long ago. He was the best cat. He could be naughty, but he had more personality than most people I know. He made the cutest noises and loved to sleep across my chest. He'd eat anything you put in front of him. He loved to play and to cuddle. I had no trouble finding someone to look after him when I moved. I just never realized when I went home a couple of years ago it would be the last time I'd see Michelle and him. It broke my heart to give him up, even when I thought it was just for a time. I told him on the way home from the pound that it would always be him and me, no matter what. Last summer when it became clear I wouldn't ever see him again I had awful crying fits. Those stopped quite a while ago. But tonight I really miss him again. Not long ago my office-mate's friends were looking for a pal for their dog, Buster. Guess who they found... a bulldog named Winston. I wish I had a Buster and a Winston, too.