Well, hey, I’m back.
The baseball roadtrip to Chicago and Milwaukee was fantastic, and I’m in the middle of writing about it here. Everything had been kind of overshadowed, though, by the fact that my oldest cat, Chloe, is very sick. She’s suffered from the typical old-cat illnesses over the past year or so (she’s about 15 years old), but in the last couple weeks took a turn for the worse. Tests at the vet yesterday show it’s almost certainly cancer, and it’s very advanced. I won’t know for a day or two what the final results are, but we pretty much know already. And I know what comes next. I’m doing my best to not think about it and just try to make her comfortable for her last couple days with me, but it’s been rough. I’m really glad to have very supportive friends and a boyfriend who doesn’t mind me getting his shirts wet with crying on him constantly. Jenni