Bad news today. Feeling sort of horrible and exhausted and uncomprehending. The last being ridiculous because it’s not like we didn’t know this was coming. Especially after the recurrence of the cancer in January.
But, oh, that does not make it one bit easier. Not one bit.
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Very sorry to hear the news. My own cat Al died last year of kidney failure, and even though he was almost 21 and had lived a lovely life, that didn’t make it one bit easier.
Oh, Meg. I’m so sorry. I feel so bad for the three of you. Poor Lanty. My thoughts are with him and his loving parents – you guys are the best.
Sorry to hear the bad news. The loss will definately be tough but Lanty’s love should live on.
Sorry to hear the bad news. The loss will definately be tough but Lanty’s love should live on.