But I came home and sobbed for a bit about the cat, who is still alive, somehow, although very much on her way out. It breaks my fucking heart. Fuck. It's so sad. If you saw her you'd understand. She is skeletal. Barely there. Can't walk, can barely move, has trouble breathing. Makes sad little whimpering noises.
Tomorrow morning, if she lives through the night, Mom is taking her to the vet. I'll be at work. I hope Laura goes with her. Mom shouldn't have to go by herself.
Le sigh. For some reason I'm compelled to listen to "Big Yellow Taxi" by Joni Mitchell.
Now I'm going over to Andrea's.
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