Pet Love and Loss
I’ve written in the past about loss, but it was of the inanimate kind. Today I’m writing about the kind of loss we always dread—the living kind. I expected to not leave my house today. I had three goals for the day: 1. Do laundry. 2. Complete the IRS paperwork for one of my volunteer organizations. 3. Count the money from the school’s Harvest Festival. Simple, right? Of course not. At 7:37 this morning my phone rang. It was mom. Her cat—a 22 year old evil thing who lo
