Emma The Chow Cat

On Thursday, I lost my beautiful baby girl, after she contracted a virulent strain of meningitis. I'm devastated, and my house seems so quiet and cold without her sweet furry face, her purr, her help with my yoga practice (she was an expert at cat pose), her funny snoring, and her dancing around every morning asking to be fed (how do you think she got her name!).

Needless to say, I haven't felt like doing much the last several days. I've become great friends with my couch, and the programming on TV after 11 PM. I'm trying to take advantage of the bright sunny skies this morning to find a little motivation for training, Christmas cards, a walk, or even just the laundry and dishes. It doesn't really matter, I just want to accomplish *something* today, to feel a little more normal.