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Photo Friday: B is for ____

I’m going to tell you a random secret. When I first started blogging I was nervous about a lot of stuff. I felt like I needed code names for everything, including myself. So obviously I couldn’t let the world at large know the REAL names of my pets.

Looking back on that, I am quite amused. Well sort of. I mean it still makes a lot of sense for me to keep my real name a secret, but it makes zero sense to have spy names for the animals. Plus not all of my pets got code names. Which makes me wonder if I felt that some animals were in need of protection more than others.

For instance my dog Charlie? His real name is, in fact, Charlie.

However Admiral’s name was only part that. His full name was Admiral Wyatt, named after a real Admiral that wrote poetry from my Grandfather’s family tree.

And Talula is only part of my kitty’s name. Talula came into my life on the same day that I had to put another kitty, Mr. Edith, to sleep. I had taken Mr. Edith in to the vet to be neutered and they discovered that he had progressive FIV. It was so progressive that he was already becoming ill from it at only 6 months. So I spent all morning with Mr. Edith in my arms and watched him slip away from this earth. I was gutted.

I went back to the office, a busy production type place, and one of the executives there had decided that the best way for me to “get over” losing Mr. Edith was to have a brand new black kitty. (have I mentioned that all of my kitty’s must be black?) The new black kitty was presented to me like you would present a fruit basket to someone.

I didn’t want her. It was too soon. I couldn’t deal. But her cuteness won me over and I did take her home. Of course I didn’t want her to touch or play with any of Mr. Edith’s toys. And I couldn’t name her. Honestly- no names where coming into my head. I was worried that I might resent her.

That Sunday I went to church at the massive Los Angeles cathedral that I belonged to. I added Mr. Edith’s name to the list of souls to be prayed for. In the bulletin there was a write up about a woman that had recently died. Her name was Beatrice Grace, but she liked to be called Bea Grace because she always strived to BE graceful. I thought that was lovely and when I got home that afternoon and looked at this tiny ball of fluff I knew that it would help to always be reminded of grace.

But then the name was just too huge for such a little thing and so it eventually became shortened to simply BG. I was then lightly scolded by my family for such a name choice. After all EVERY pet that is owned in my family is named after an ancestor. So I had to find a middle name to tack on or little BG might not fit in with the rest of the brood.

I poured over GM’s genealogy books and traced back to the man that I am sort of named after. He had many sons and one daughter. The daughter’s middle name was Talula, spelled just like that. And so that is how BG became BG Talula.

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By the way, the fast is about to be over. You can follow my thought process here.

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