Long-time members know Ziploc by the disappearing cat. Both identifiers are an affectionate recognition of my (and Mr. Ziploc's) long-time pet cat (and companion), Zipper.
We don't have kids, but even if we did, I can't help but think Zipper would still be a joy in our lives. He (really a "she"; his decidedly undainty antics and feisty "persona" just never lent themselves to feminine pronouns) was born on the 4th of July. He remains something of a firecracker--albeit an unusually affectionate one--at the age of 15.
krygny, your moving story about Holly and Skyla and the painful loss of both, and the thoughts expressed by other pet lovers here, remind me that the day when Zipper leaves our lives cannot be too distant, given his age. Each of us should treasure every day we have with our beloved pets.
Once this thread has run its course, I'm going to print out a copy and keep it on file. When that unhappy but inevitable day comes and Mr. Ziploc and I must face Zipper's loss, we will re-read these accounts and consult
www.petloss.com for solace and understanding.