Friday, the cat.
Yesterday was one of the hardest days of my life. Friday, the twenty year old cat that I nursed with a bottle as a kitten passed away. My 11 year old Aspie daughter found him dead in her bed Thursday morning. And this was after thinking he was getting better (he had some dental problems and didn't want to eat, but they were solved). We think that he was having little mini strokes Wednesday night, as he wasn't acting normally. But he passed in his sleep, guarding his pride. I know he is in a better place now, but our world is poorer for his loss.