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Woke up to a not so good day. Walked into the bathroom half asleep to find roomie's cat stretched out on the floor dying. Ran back and called Colleen while trying to get clothes on to take Cleo to vets and after talking to roomie I went back to pick her up well.. she died in my arms. She was old, 16 years old. And she was picky, and snooty and individual, and didn't really like too much change or not getting her way - SO appropriately named. But she was really cool, you know? And at least she didn't die alone. So glad I was there to hug her and hold her, if nothing else. My cat Majick disappeared this summer. No trace, no ASPCA, gone. I'm hoping she found a good home, but you know, part of me doubts it. So at least I was able to give Cleo what I couldn't do for Majick.
Can't find a shovel to dig a hole, so a friend will be dropping one off later. Colleen and I are going to do this together. It's raining out, least the ground hasn't frozen over yet. So yea, sad day here at the farm.
*hugs* Colleen, wish there were more I could do for you hon.
Can't find a shovel to dig a hole, so a friend will be dropping one off later. Colleen and I are going to do this together. It's raining out, least the ground hasn't frozen over yet. So yea, sad day here at the farm.
*hugs* Colleen, wish there were more I could do for you hon.
