My sweet baby Earney died. In my arms, at home. (The picture above was from a few days before that. Look how handsome he is.) It happened before Christmas, but I couldn’t bring myself to post about it until now.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt sadder. Maybe that means I’ve had a pretty decent life. Or maybe I love my cats too much. But I can’t help it. Earney was my best little furry friend and my little family for 14 and a half years.