I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
7 comments:
I'm so sorry. It comes as such a shock when they're born and seem healthy.
my heart breaks.. I'm so very sorry
so sorry....it can be the hardest part with those little ones
Oh no, I'm so sorry.
Awwwwww....
I'm sorry :(
Thanks, guys. It was such a shock - He had been doing great, and then his body temp started to suddenly drop, and then he was gone.
There was nothing that could have been done, but I still feel awful. But the day I stop mourning the losses is the day I stop fostering ...
The rest of the litter seem to be fine, but you'd better believe I'll be keeping a close eye on them. STAY HEALTHY, BAYBEES!
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