Sad day. My cat died. She was going on 16 years, so she had a pretty good life. It’s sad in general, but it is sort of worse because my Maw-Maw (who passed away about 7 years ago) gave her to me. Blah. It seems like once you hit a certain point, things just start dropping like flies, but I guess having special things exit from your life makes you hyper aware of death, special things, fleeting moments, etc.

Sorry to share this in the public arena. It just feels like it should be that way.