We took Turkish to the vet yesterday; he hadn't been eating or drinking. Unfortunately, we also found out he had some form of blood disorder. We had to put him down.
Aristophanes Turkish The Destroyer: the best of cats. We miss you, friend.
I like to pretend that I'm an intelligent, capable, and passionate follower of Christ. But I'm pretty sure that at the end of the day my house is messy, I eat ice cream for breakfast, the first word that pops into my head when I stub my toe is NOT g-rated, and I'm just trying to survive another day like everyone else.
No comments:
Post a Comment