Not a good day. It was good. Saw Blaze at the Post office and he asked if I'd like to do a little work and I said yes. Who knows if he'll pay, but maybe he will.
Got home and looked for Ruffio and when I couldn't find him I knew he had died. I was right. He's been so sick these past few weeks I'm surprised he made it this long. My poor baby. There's no way I could afford $800 and up to treat an UTI, which is what I know he had. I tried the apple cider vinegar and that didn't help although he was peeing and drinking. He wasn't eating though. Anthony made him a special herbal tonic that we were squirting down his throat and he actually seemed like he was getting better. And now he's dead. Joel buried him under the beautiful flower tree outside my bedroom window. He was only three. I miss him so much - my snotty little half tail cat.
And then the girls, who found him and had Joel take him - they've been so great with him. And they bought me supper at the Chinese buffet. Of course when we came out of there we saw a guy collapse - apparently he's epileptic and had a seizure. But his dad was there and he was ok.
And now the dog is barking and being mean and I don't know how to deal with this. I need to sleep.
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