My car
And the passenger side:
So that explains why they had to cut me out.
....In other horrible news, my cat, Max started getting sick the night I went into the hospital, and he died this morning. He had just turned two and I didn't get to say goodbye. When Mom started telling me his sudden symptoms over the phone last night it sounded pretty bad, but I'd hoped he could make it to the morning, and the vet. I'm thinking, based on his age and personality, he may have had FIP the way Zsa Zsa did. Have to get Buzz and Chloe tested pronto.
Max had just started to come out of his shell too. He'd started sleeping with me after Beau died, like he'd been waiting for it all along, but didn't want to be rude. He spent all of Sunday night camped out on the couch on my feet and wouldn't leave for hours. He was so happy.
I don't understand why I couldn't have held onto him a little longer. It seems really unfair that I only spent about a year and a half of his life with him, but that little cat was such a comfort, and taught me so much that this is one of those times quality wins out over quantity I guess. I'm really, really going to miss him.
Mom wants to get Buzz a new kitten because Max was Buzz's best friend, and so he'll leave our older cat alone. I'm not sure I'm ready to do that quite yet, but when I do I want one that's totally different from Max or Beau so that I can love it as itself instead of as a replacement for the cats I could never replace. I don't know. I just want to go home.