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[vg_ford]

For those who don't read my other journal, we found out today that our cat Max has terminal cancer. We don't know how long he has, but we're going to just go with the flow. He'll let us know when it's time to let him go.

This has been a terrible summer. We've lost so many friends in our circle - I'm beginning to wonder if I'm some kind of Typhoid Mary - everything I touch, everything I love seems to be dying at the moment. And don't talk to me about getting a new cat. I don't want a new cat. I want my cat.

I know it sounds childish, but it's so not fair. Why does it have to hurt so much?

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[barlidoc.livejournal.com]

I wish the both of you lots of love and wish Max tons of pets and kisses. We were pulling for him over here. Beth kept asking about Max and so wanted him to be OK. I know you're going to give him the same loving care you always have--so much more than many cats receive!

On the 'get a new cat' thing. I've had people do that too, when I've lost pets. Mostly I think it's a kind of brain fart, brought about by a mental shutdown due to not knowing how to respond to tragedy. I'll bet they kick themselves later! My opinion is like yours; there is only one Max and you'll miss him because he's unique and special. Whoever said pets can be swapped one for another, never had pets, IMHO.

*hugs both Max and Val*