Yesterday -- which happened to be the anniversary of my dad's death -- my sweet bug-a-boo started having seizures. They continued through the night and this morning we said out goodbyes to this amazing old lady. I mean, what cat lives to be 19, right?
She's been my companion since before I had a husband or daughter -- back when I was just a kid myself. Just me and her -- two ladies on our own. I miss her already and I'll miss her forever.
I hate August.