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Wednesday was the last day for Carl in his corporate job. That was really, really great news, of course. We're really excited to begin this new chapter of our lives as self-employed people.
But...Wednesday was also the day I took our cat to the vet because she was acting very sick. The vet told me that it was likely she had cancer, but the tests would take a few days.
Test results came in today, and it is cancer. It's bad. I made an appointment this afternoon to put her to sleep. She's suffering a lot and I can't let her suffer anymore.
Ozma and I have had a love/hate relationship. I adopted her as a very cute, tiny gray kitten in February '96 and she was a mischief maker from the get-go. But she kept me company during some very lonely times. She was my constant loyal companion, sleeping next to me every night.
For the last few years, with two kids, I just didn't have the amount of attention to give her that she wanted. I feel badly about that.
Goodbye, kitty. Love you.