Well, I’ve got moms cats at my house. (She says as she gags a little on the massive amount of cat hair...in her throat). They really are the best cats! Cedar is currently sitting on all the paperwork I’m doing and Fern has taken to her throne on our bed. 

Or cat Bogie is not too pleased. But they will work it out. 

Whitney and I plan to keep mom and dad house as our own little slice of Pugetopia. I’m working on all the finances and legal stuff. It’s like working in slow motion. 

We have all spent time there without her. It was strange. But still feels like home. 

Whit is crazy busy at work and processing the last few years. It’s been rough for our family, but also he has lost a brother-in-law and a good friend. But we continue on with life as mom, and dad, would expect. 

I’m in a weird spot of the stages of grief. Denial, maybe?! It just doesn't fee real. I’ve not had many sad SAD days, or emotions. They pop up at weird times. I’m not sure when it will all come down on me. I even picked moms ashes up without any real, raw emotions. Now, I know I’m a really factual, practical person, but it feels weird not to be a hot mess. Ha. 

Anyways, just wanted to update you all, I know you have been thinking about us. Thank you for all your support through this. As of now, probably no plans for a get together this year for her. I just don’t want to “fake hug” people and smile and cry through masks. Lame. 

Picture is of us in San Diego last May. 💙