Category Archives: Boggit

Memories for Things

Posted on May 28, 2018 by Ice Cream Jonsey

Boggit died a year ago today. In that time I’ve had a great deal of life events – the girl cats, of course passed away after he did. The summer was a total … I dunno. I wish there was … Continue reading →

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We Are All Who Remain

Posted on July 30, 2017 by Ice Cream Jonsey

My cat died four months ago today. I was going to write this a month after Boggit died, but before I could, Willow died. I was going to write this a month after Willow died, but before I could, Noelani … Continue reading →

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My Sweet, Sweet Boy

Posted on May 29, 2017 by Ice Cream Jonsey

We had carne asada a couple weeks ago. The medications were working great. Boggit was bouncing around on all the levels of our house, watching the world perched on a blue plastic bin that we left upstairs for him. He … Continue reading →

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The Pinnacle Specimen of Feline-inity

Posted on May 10, 2017 by Ice Cream Jonsey

Every twelve hours. Boggit takes prednisone every twelve hours and chlorambucil every 24. Prednisone is a steroid and he’s had enough of it at this point that even Bud Selig would have had to do something. The thing is that … Continue reading →

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And If This World Runs Out of Lovers

Posted on April 25, 2017 by Ice Cream Jonsey

Pets at the pound have the worst names. My friend once got a mutt whose name original name was “Sarge.” “Sarge” (renamed Caffrey after adoption) is the most docile dog I’ve ever known. If he ever was the Sergeant for … Continue reading →

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All My Worst Days

Posted on April 24, 2017 by Ice Cream Jonsey

Boggit had lost a great deal of weight. While initially suspected of just being a success story as the new picture of health in our household (“what’s his secret?”) he lost enough to where I took him to the vet. … Continue reading →

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