Frankly, 2023 can fuck the fuck off at the moment. Hot on the heels of losing Dotty, her sister, Dolly, was hit by a car and left to die in our front garden less than a fortnight later.
I found her early in the morning already dead. Then I had the grim task of taking her to the vet for cremation. I loved both of our cats. As did the Missus.
We're now in a bit of a grieving process. In denial, I'd get new cats tomorrow because the house is too quite and empty without them. The Missus, however, can't go through with losing any more at the moment.
I get this. I hope she'll change her mind given enough time, though.
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