This has been a tough year. Lots of bad shit going on, fortunately not too much directly involving my family, but stress aplenty in the wake of bad shit going on with others.
I have a 15 year old cat. When I'm home, she is never more than three feet away from me. Ever. I like that wide-eyed look of unconditional love from my ankles, with those pointy ears framing those eyes.
Sadly, she is trying to leave us. I don't know how much she knows, but she knows something bad is going on. She sleeps jammed up against me, as close as she can get, taking what she can from the last days she has with me.
Dammit. Motherfucking dammit all to hell.