Seriously, don't feel sorry for me. I loved Loki, I lived with him for seven months, helped take care of him, and grew very fond of him... but he wasn't my baby. He was Corrine's baby. Right now, I'm far more worried about her ( Read more... )

Loki went to the vet this morning... and didn't come home. He had feline leukemia, and they had to put him to sleep.

I'm taking Phoebe in to get checked out this afternoon.

I'm finally awake, though half asleep. Noting that September already seems very long... fall is creeping up on us. I needed a sweater last night. Dreading September 22nd... my dark day ( Read more... )

For those who are concerned, I am still alive-- I just don't have internet access hooked up at my new place yet. I know you all desperately miss reading my musings on life, but you'll just have to hang in there a few more days... as will I, as I slip slowly into withdrawal and therefore madness ( Read more... )