Not that I've been all that active lately, but I'll probably be absent for at least a week. About twenty minutes ago, my cat Maggie died. She had been losing weight lately, and about a week and a half ago she just stopped eating. So we took her to the vet...and after racking up a $500.00 bill, we found out that she had cancer, most likely lymphoma. I don't care about the money. My baby's gone. And she's not coming back.

They say bad things come in three's. Well, this would probably be my three. First the brakes go out on my car. Then we find out Maggie is sick. Then I lose my job. Am I done yet?

Knowing it was going to happen didn't make it any easier. She was disoriented today, and could barely walk...I had made the decision to have her put to sleep tomorrow, but...well, her body made the decision for me. In the end, I couldn't even give her a peaceful death. I waited too long.

I love you, Maggie. I'm sorry.