This morning, I watched the wonderful Shavuot study session in memory of David at Beth Chayim Chadashim, our old synagogue in Los Angeles. I had quite a bit of trouble with the live stream and finally gave up watching it, but I had no trouble at all when I went in later and watched the recording. They truly did a moving memorial, and the study session was also very stimulating. If you want to, you can watch it, too. Here's the link.
For lunch, I went to Barbis and had a soya burger.
In the evening, I went to Isobel's place for a lovely dinner outside with several other friends.
Here's today's story about David, another one about cats:
Stories about David: Kat & Yusha
One day early in the Second Lebanon War, David and I were walking not far from our house (in Tsfat) when we heard some faint mewing. David had to check it out, and it turned out to be 2 very small kittens in the yard of one of our neighbors. Obviously, their mother was no where to be found. In fact, I had seen a cat on the road near there a few days before that had been hit and killed by a car, so that may very well have been their mother.
In any case, David insisted on trying to help them. The wife of the couple in whose yard we found them came out and helped us a bit, but we took them home with us to see if we could save them.
We named them Kat and Yusha, in honor (well, not quite the right word, but anyway) of the katyusha missiles that Hizbollah was shooting at us daily.
We gave them milk, and when we learned that that wouldn’t be good, we gave them ground up dry cat food with water. But they had been without their mother for too long, and they were too young, so they didn’t make it. One of them died, in fact, sitting on my lap. It was very sad. We actually gave them a proper burial in the front yard of our house.
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