Hello, my friends. Those of you who know me, know that I have been unlucky at love. Never actually been in love, in fact. I’ve had many “encounters”, shall we say, but never love. Just wasn’t in the cards for me.
With men, that is. But animals, oh boy, have I been blessed!
I’ve written before about my love of animals, but my story needs an update. It’s been three years since we lost Jewel, and tomorrow, we’re going to lose Jiggy, my sister’s cat. Jiggly Jigs and I had a rough start – he had a very adversarial relationship with my Lily. He was creepy Uncle Jigs, constantly stalking her. He grew out of that eventually (or got bored?), and Jiggy and I developed a great relationship – though he and Lily never truly became friends.
There is a coffee shop in Southampton called “Dizzy Bird”. I always get the name wrong – I always call it “Dirty Bird”, because that’s my Jiggy. He’s my dirty bird. We discovered a few years ago that he liked getting spanked, and who am I to judge? Let your freak flag fly, little man! The name stuck.
Jiggy has been sick for a while, and now it’s time to let him go. Our hearts are broken right now, but we know it’s what’s best for him.
Fly free, Dirty Bird. You are loved. 💔
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