Last night, I went to bed early and fell asleep. I woke up around 12:30 AM to hear my phone ringing. I saw it was H and thought maybe his car had broken down b/c he was working late. Before I could answer the phone, I heard my daughter just wailing from the living room. She had answered the phone on my iPad which rings with my phone and which I had had charging in the dining room.

I ran into the living room and asked her what was wrong and she said our cat Sugarberry had died. We just rescued him about a month ago, and he was sick with a serious pancreatic infection; H had taken him to the vet the day before and they had given him medicine. It looked like he was rallying yesterday, but then he had trouble breathing; H took him to an emergency vet, and there was nothing to be done, so he had to put him to sleep. We knew Sugarberry was an older cat and had FIV (like feline HIV) and that one day he'd get an infection he couldn't fight, but I didn't think it would be so soon. None of us did.

H and my daughter were so upset; H crying even more than my daughter. And for some reason, I just couldn't even cry. The worst of it is it was exactly one year to the day that we had to put our first cat, Hungry, to sleep.

I have a feeling it's going to be a tough day.

And on top of everything, we're getting our new refrigerator delivered today, will have to deal with the old one, which is currently packed, just what we all need.