It's a different sort of post tonight. I did actually have the standard outfit pics to use, but it felt wrong mixing something so frivolous in with these thoughts.
I'm having to deal with the inevitability of getting our family cat put down. Which sucks. He's about 10, so not that old, but very probably the most unlucky cat in the world. He's got kidney failure, one side of his mouth has had the teeth removed, he's broken his legs three times and last time had to have both his front and back leg wired and to top it all off he's now got arthritis. Which has caused the last leg operation he had to fail, and he's now got a wire poking out of his back leg. Thinking about it makes me want to cry, and the fact that the vets won't put it right unless Mum pays an extortionate amount (on top of the already extortionate amount) makes me so cross. Plus he can't really go under anaesthetic again because of his kidneys. Oh, and those kidneys mean he can't have any tablets for his arthritis either. So to replace the drip that he's had to be put on every night for the last 3 weeks, he's now on morphine and will have to be for the rest of his life. It's just a horrible situation where he's never going to get better and he's got no real quality of life, but he's not visibily ill enough for me to just accept that it's time to let go. But I know it's coming soon.
In the words of King Triton (more or less), then I guess there's just one problem left. How much I'm going to miss him.