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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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[(Anonymous)]

Oh, no! I just lost my Magellan not too long ago, and it's horrible. I miss him so much. I'm so sorry. Even if you have some time with him, it's not enough, and it's so hard to do.

Jean