Back on the 18th of February, I mentioned that my cat, Boots, was dying. We knew it wasn’t going to be much longer, and so it wasn’t – after all, she was about 18 years old. I had been sleeping on the couch for about a week or so, Boots with me, just to have . . . → Read More: A peaceful sleep
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My cat is dying. She’s been dying for awhile, of course, just as we all are at our own varying speeds. Her time is simply coming to an end sooner than that same end is coming for the rest of us. For now, she occasionally gets outside to sun her old bones, . . . → Read More: Endgame Really. How do they do that? |
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