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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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Hugs

[marfisk]

I went through this two years ago now and I'm just now coming to the point where I can remember the happy times with only a twinge of sorrow. Believe it or not, that wasn't meant to get you down but to recognize just how big a contribution cats make in our lives for all they have such short ones themselves. One thing that helped me was to spend time looking at old pictures and writing up memories of the good times so that I remembered with gratitude and joy all that Roy had given me and my family rather than dwelling on the disease he suffered.

Hugs,
Margaret

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[vg-ford.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Mar. We're doing that now - spending as much time with him as we can, taking lots of pictures and just spoiling him rotten. It's worth it - we're trying to cram several more years worth of love into a couple of weeks or months.