A Sad Halloween

     Friday night, while Tam and I were watching television (an episode per night of the current season of Slow Horses), a fire truck siren got steadily louder and then came to a stop outside.

     This was worrisome -- the tree-smashed house next door remains wrenched open, walls leaning and propped up, while insurance companies, the homeowner and the city wrangle over what's next.  There's a lot of broken wood in there, along with plumbing and wiring.  If some enterprising urban salvager got into trouble....

     I peeked out the front window.  There was a police car in addition to the fire truck, and as I looked, two more black-and-whites showed up.  The police and firemen converged on a house across the street that has been ill-starred.  The present owner spent a few years running some kind of used-vehicle operation out of it, which had resulted in semi-decrepit cars, trucks, motorcycles, boats and so on being parked all over the neighborhood, often with expired tags.  That had lead to less than congenial feelings, especially when he had scruffy guys living in his residential-sized garage and working on the cars (etc.).  (No, I am not making this up.)  But that enterprise had faded out, and an older woman had been living there for several months, waving and saying hello and radiating goodwill.

     Over the next hour, Animal Control arrived, and a car and a van from the Coroner's office.  Yes, we were Gladys-Kravitzing from time to time, as we heard the coming and goings.  Tam saw Animal Control taking a lovely setter-type dog to their truck, and eventually all of the public safety personnel and vehicles left.  Checking the usual sources didn't turn up anything and it wasn't until an encounter with another neighbor today that I learned the current resident had come to grief in the privacy-fenced back yard, and was found by a welfare check.  Nothing that will make the news other than an obit.  She was a pleasant neighbor and I will miss her. 

     Then on Saturday night, a late-night text let me know that another neighbor had passed.  I knew her, and had taken care of her cats from time to time.  She'd been on a long, hard health journey with an unavoidable outcome, and had chosen to spend as much time as possible at home with her cats instead of pursing radical intervention.  It was a situation with no good answers; she picked her path and stuck to it.  She had been in the hospital for several weeks and some of her cats had already been adopted out.  I'm told the rest have foster homes while awaiting permanent adoption.  This is another neighbor I'll miss; she lived here long before I moved in, and was one of several kind souls who look after our neighborhood ferals.

     We're only here for a little while and there's no telling when we'll depart.  Smile and say hello; be kind to animals.