WRECKAGE OF MY LIFE

A little white deaf kitten I chased around the backyard in the snow of the house on Rockford trying to collect feces to prove that she had tapeworms when it was quite evident. She disappeared. Probably hit by a car but we never knew. I was 10 and this was in the dark ages of my life.
Jazzmine, Peabody, The Orange Cat that Shelly gave me, Churchill, Bruno, ET, ED, Mikey, Willy, Lunatick, the misguided adventure with an Irish Setter that lasted approximately 2 days, the 2 (or was it 3) rabbits that I had when I lived at Sunlight who all disappeared probably to the jaws of my dogs Peabody and Gnatasha, and don't forget Gnatasha, the litter of kittens that she killed (I presumed she killed although to this day I never actually saw her do it).
This is the wreckage of my life.
Danny, David, Joe.
More wreckage.
I'm going to rebuild my boat; one plank at a time. Replace the worn boards, the torn boards, the loose nails. Smooth it, fit it, finish it.
I apologize for all this wreckage.
I'm going to do better from this day forward.