Today my grandma went back home to West Virginia after a short 3 day visit here. This is the wife of my grandpa that passed away earlier this year. Because of her health I will most likely never see her again. My other grandma on the other side of the family has about 5 years 10 tops left too.

If that wasn't enough, one of my cats died later this afternoon. He was old. He had disappeared for a few days and nobody knew where he was. He reappeared this afternoon and his face was completely mutilated by an infection that had apparently set in from some animal that seemed to have bit him on the fact. It was all bloody, swollen, and smelled of rotting flesh. He was obviously suffering horribly but he was still alive. He came and rubbed on me like he always does and purred, but I think he knew as well as I did that it was the end. I was able to get ahold of a vet willing to put him down on a Saturday. After I set with him in the driveway for a while, I finally had to go get the pet carrier. I told him to get in. He came up to me, looked me in the eye, put his paw on my hand and meowed one last time at me like he knew it was the end and was saying bye. Then he went in the carrier without resisting and it was over. He was like my best friend. I love my other 2 cats, but it was different with him. He didn't expect anything or cry for attention, all he ever needed was to be in my presence. If he was just sitting next to me, even if I wasn't petting him, he was happy... almost like a dog. Needless to say I'm in tears. I'll miss him. I wish this didn't have to happen on the same day that I saw my grandma for the last time.