A Moment of Silence, Please...

With a heavy heart and naked feet, I write this post to pay my respects to my favorite pair of Iron Fists.  At noon today, the left shoe was found on my bed in Cash's slobbery jaws, an obvious victim of a homicide.  Its mate, the right shoe, was found safe in my closet, mourning the loss and ready to follow its partner to a final resting place in the trash.  I had considered a proper burial, but it was too painful to imagine him digging them back up to continue his assault further.  Moments like this make me appreciate the good times we had, the heads turned, the dance floors scuffed, but mostly the way they felt on me when I wore them -- arches tall, calves taut, I'm sure you understand.

There will be other shoes, I am sure, but my Parting Kiss booties will hold a special place in my heart -- their name a bitter omen now.  Farewell, lovelies <3

I'm really sorry I eated your byooful shoes, Mom :(