cinaed

My cat Callie was diagnosed with cancer today. It was one of those fast-growing tumors that spreads quickly, and there's nothing we can do, other than make sure she's comfortable and make sure she's not in any pain. She's got a few more months left in her, unless she takes a turn for the worse, so I'll probably be home post-graduation to be with her at the end.

I'm not allowing comments because I don't want to make anyone feel obligated to say they're sorry. Most of you have pets, I'm sure, and I know you all do feel terrible. This is the downside for having pets. Their lives are way too fucking brief.

I'm guess I should be grateful that I have been able to have 12 years with Callie, but right now all I want to go is go take my car and drive the four hours back home and curl up with her on my bed and cry.

My cat, my baby that's been with me half of my life, is dying, and it sucks. It just sucks.