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Today was....kind of rough.
Mom's cat Chucky has been sick for the past week. Barely eating, sleeping a lot....well, Chucky never was an up-and-lively cat. He was more of a quiet, reserved kitty.
Kind of like me as a person.
When Mom was in and out of the hospital pre-transplant, he would poke his head out when I would visit, see that I was there, and then head off, leaving me to annoy his brother Smokey.
But today, I took the time to take Mom and Chucky to the vet. Long story short....chances weren't good.
And Mom and I both had to let go of Chucky.
Losing pets is relatively new for me - my original high school-era cats had passed while I lived in St. Louis. Smokey got a pre-ending visit, and I was able to be there for Dax.
And thankfully, I was able to be there for Mom.
It's rather ironic - a few days ago, I was accused of being "arrogant" because I suggested that some things weren't worth drama. I'm proud of the fact that I was able to be there for my mom....and my feline brother.
And if that makes me arrogant, so be it.
RIP, Chucky. You'll be missed.