Thursday, February 15, 2024
I first met Jim when he and Isa brought their cat, Baby, to my veterinary clinic. Over the years, we both went through some difficult times but I always found my burdens became lighter when I talked to Jim. He was kind and generous, attending my wedding and retirement parties, and was loved like family. It was difficult to watch him struggle with Parkinson’s but he was a fighter and shared his wicked sense of humor when singing about the disease with his choral group. While I’m selfishly filled with sadness by his passing, I can’t help but rejoice for Jim because now he’s free and with his beloved Izzy again.
