From Dietzman

Yep its me "mean ole cat Dietzman" roaming around the yard on my way to the kitchen.  This is my first time blogging and Stella Rose was kind enuf to allow me usage of her computer. First of all I am almost 16 years old so Stella considers me ancient but I tell her I am really just wise. Wise like the old owl that lives in our tree, wise like the man in the moon. Last night her and I had a long talk about love, and life and sadness. I have seen alot of that in my time. In fact I could have my own talk show! The one thing I know is that Sammer loved living at our house, and he loved his mom, dad, stella and even me. He loved the grandmonsters and showed them everytime they came by. Sam, was passionate about life and that is how he lived it. Always running around crazy every chance he got. See stella rose is downright  pissed peeved at him for being such a dufus but not me.  I say let the boy enjoy all the days that he had, and honor his memory by looking back at how well he lived his life.
I told Stella it would be a dishonor to him to be sad and crying and wishing things were different. Sam would want us to stand tall, and together and live much.  Yes, I know that words are easy to write and sometimes the heart just can't do it, but Stella is smart and she will figure it out soon. ( I can't really stand her, and often swat her just to remind her that we are not friends, so don't go getting all mushy on me now.)  There is no book on letting go and each of us will find our own way to do that. The trick is not to judge one another in how we do that.

Oh yeah, Merry Christmas...( I will be looking for lots of cat food cans in that big old stocking!)
Dietzman