Today was a good day.
However, the evening, not so much.
Seventeen years ago, Sara and I picked up two kittens and called them Dastardly & Mutley. Mutley, short black hair and grumpy - Dastardly, ginger fluffball of fun. Sara called me this evening to tell me Dastardly had to be put down today. He was old and his body had broken down to the point where he couldn't carry on. A blessed relief for him, but the sense of loss, even at distance is keenly felt. Godspeed, old fella.
And then there was Emily. A friend of a friend. I never met her, but a few weeks ago, my friend Michelle sent out a request for thoughts and prayers. Emily was undergoing an operation to remove a brain tumour. She came through the operation, but she died yesterday. She was seven years old.
I have nothing else to say.
Seventeen years ago, Sara and I picked up two kittens and called them Dastardly & Mutley. Mutley, short black hair and grumpy - Dastardly, ginger fluffball of fun. Sara called me this evening to tell me Dastardly had to be put down today. He was old and his body had broken down to the point where he couldn't carry on. A blessed relief for him, but the sense of loss, even at distance is keenly felt. Godspeed, old fella.
And then there was Emily. A friend of a friend. I never met her, but a few weeks ago, my friend Michelle sent out a request for thoughts and prayers. Emily was undergoing an operation to remove a brain tumour. She came through the operation, but she died yesterday. She was seven years old.
I have nothing else to say.