And the other other shoe drops

Amanda has posted about the third in a series of N things we are struggling with right now.  Hopefully N stays == 3.

Again life is sieging us about our mental walls and trying to reduce us to useless blobs of jelly.

Short version: our older cat (who we can’t be certain of the age, but isn’t -that- old) has an aggressive and intractable cancer.  Prognosis is months if we are lucky, weeks if we aren’t.  Cats, and this cat in particular, are a big deal to us and our history. And we have no idea how Jägermonster will take it, either.

Mirrored from The Black Horse of the Blog World.