When I get older... Losing my Hair..

ABC of Me....  G is for Garp. 

Many moons ago, when Himself and I were getting to know each other, our evenings were spent learning about each other's likes and dislikes Himself introduced me to Garp, and Poo....  He loved this book, and I loved it too.  

I cried at the end. 

Fast forward 3 years, and whilst discussing my love of all things John Irving with a Colleague, he asked me if I had watched the film... 

Nope, I had not.  Run out to video shop (remember them?)  Wow. I fell in love with Garp all over again. 

And I cried at the end. 

Fast forward 1 more year.   Our  new addition to our family... (No,not Boy), a little black stinky kitteh, who someone had tried to flush down the toilet. Garp.

Garp was with us for 19 years, and was the most gentle tolerating cat, who allowed Boy to lay on top of her during his younger years, when we had to refer to her as "Flat Cat".   We got her a little sister called Rue (We couldn't call her Poo)... and she was the Killer of that relationship. 

Rue left us first, and then Garp left us, comfortably, and quietly on the couch with us all around us. 

And I cried at the end.