A Couple of Memories
It's been a hard couple of weeks for me. My mother has finally stepped up to reality, such as it is, and I have become the co-guardian and co-conservator for my severely autistic sister. Last week we did a bunch of financial stuff, and I'm now my sister's trustee and in charge of the savings account (someday her inheritance) which holds the funds that we hope will pay for my sister's housing and care in the future. Tuesday we saw a counselor about finding a new home for my sister. She's lived with my parents all her life, but my Dad has died and, sadly, Mom is getting close to that too. Anyway, all of that has brought up a lot memories of sis', some of them fun and some not so fun (ever had your sister break the windshield on your first car, about two weeks after getting it, when she aggressively hit her head against it when frustrated? (there is a reason she now always sits in the back seat of whatever vehicle she is in)), and those brought up other memories.

Not my sister, but Mozzie, MY first dog - fuzzy, soft, pointy ears, curly tail, loud voice - closely related to Finnish Spitz (he's a Samoyed). Yep, my kinda dog! He was rejected by his first owners, even though they named him Mozart, because he was too loud. He was adopted by me when I was about 14 and became my beloved Mozzie.