I just got back from the vet's. I cried because while my cats were in there (just checking their blood pressure) and I was waiting in the car, another couple drove up and they both went right inside carrying a cat. Because of covid, they only allow people in when you're saying goodbye. I know what room they went into and I was there just in August. I will likely be back in that room soon as I have two really freakin' old cats with kidney disease and high blood pressure (both being treated). I didn't know the couple or even recognize them, but I wanted so badly to give them some kind words and a hug. I hope they take it easy and remember all the good times.

I'm still crying. I feel like it's stupid because I didn't know them or the cat and cats die every day and there are a lot of bigger problems to be facing right now, but feelings, ya know? They're intense and beautiful but irrational and frequently painful.

I think it's a "bring my headphones on my walk" day.