Ghost-of-a-Chance

Thanks, guys. We didn’t have any warning. We took him in thinking he had a cold or something, and instead, they found an inoperable tumor filling his entire chest cavity. He was fine through Christmas, then suddenly, he wasn’t…he hid this so well it went unnoticed until he had literal days to live.

Last year was the first year we didn’t lose anyone, pet or person, in almost ten years, then we start this year losing my baby boy. Someone please remind me that drinking doesn’t solve anything. Please. I’m not even exaggerating.

Cats have a knack for hiding it until they can’t.  Humans can behave similar there too.

That’s the truth, Des. It’s why I’m watching Cold like a hawk between crying jags; Woozle was his kid, too, and we raised him from a freshly weaned kitten. We had Woozle almost as long as we’ve had each other, and that’s a damned long time. It makes me glad we don’t keep firearms at home because people have broken over less. 

Heiferlump doesn’t seem to have realized what’s happened, yet. She’s clingy, but no clingier than usual, and she keeps wandering around like she’s trying to find her brother, but she isn’t crying for him yet. For her sake, I hope she doesn’t. Seeing her go through that again might just break me.