One of our cats died last night. And I can't stop crying about it. We've lost other cats b4, but for some reason, this time hit me really hard. It was my sister's cat before we had, and when we got her (a little over 2 years ago) she was already about 15 years old. I'm thinking that mite be part of it.

Plus, the year we got her was a ruff year for us. I lost a lot of weight tha yeart, in fact it was too much too fast. I was going thru a lot of stuff with my mom that year (long story). That was the last year I actually had a job, and I filed disability that year also. (I joined PC that year, too-but that was a good thing.) It might not sound like much, but I was having a real hard time that year, and well basically, I kind o didn't really want to take in the cat. But I couldn't see just letting her go to the pound either--which was the only other choice! And then when she died last night, I guess a part of me felt like it was finally ok to cry.