The snow is piling up at the front window and 2 of the boys are waiting patiently to see the New Year arrive. (Well, actually, just watching to see who is driving by at this time of the night). It is minus 20 right now with a miserable windchill ..and it makes me think of what it must have been like for Sebastian 3 years ago at this time. He had not yet been rescued by the Humane Society and was living on the street in the east end of the city. Perhaps this was the month he lost a chunk of the fur on his soft little nose..or maybe one of many days when the tip of his ears froze in the cold. Most likely it was just another cold day which made the cracks on his paw pads grow larger and more painful. He has come a long way since we adopted him .... and it feels like he has always been a member of our furry family.
So tonight is a peaceful night at home..with the furry beasties dotted all around. Sebastian is curled up on younger son's bed, Spike has jumped into the box by the front door, Angel is sitting on the arm of the chair (looking over at me), Sadie has settled herself onto hubby's lap ..and the woofie has wiggled in beside me on the couch. Who could ask for a better New Year's Eve celebration?