Two Friends and ER

Its been a tough week for Ol’ Monner. I lost two friends and made two trips to the emergency room this past week.

Last Monday night I received a phone call from a friend of mine living in Anchorage. I thought it was a little strange that he would call me on a Monday night. After a couple minutes of rambling, I asked, “Maybe you better tell me what we’re talking about.” My friend told me, “Gary past away.”

I have known Gary for over fifty years. We spent our entire childhoods living one hundred yards down the street from each other. Gary was thee years older than me, so I was actually closer to his younger brother. That said, as adults Gary and I were friends. As a matter of fact, Gary was everyone’s friend. Gary worked in the construction industry. I ran into Gary every week at the Orange Depot.

Now that I think about it, I don’t think Gary used construction language. I’m pretty sure he knew it, I think he was just too happy to use it. Rest in peace, Gary.

A little more than ten years ago, Elaine’s favorite llama, (Cotton-eyed) Joe passed away. Elaine devastated asked our veterinarian, why Joe had died. The vet responded, “Joe, had TOL.” Elaine did not understand. The vet said, “Joe was Tired of Life”.

Wax (our earless llama) succumbed to TOL this past week.

When asked about the personalities of llamas, I tell people, “Llamas are like cats. Some llamas like human affection, some don’t want to be petted. (Cotton-eyed Joe loved attention. He would actually hand people his front leg to shake “hands”. I probably should explain the Cotton-eyed part. Joe had a blue eye.) Wax NEVER wanted to be petted, never.