Fred Pete, I'm so sorry.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Shir, congratulations on your site launch! May it be a point of strength for those who need it.
Oh Ryan, you little star! Lethal cuteness and walking? Deadly combination. Admirable work there on your and his mom's part, bt!
Fred Pete, you and Hubs provided noms and love and shelter and so much more. Max knew what he was doing when he picked you. So much peace and comfort wished to those he leaves behind.
Thanks for the thoughts, all. We're most worried about Marie. She's never been without Max before, and she was in the room when he was put to sleep. We thought it'd be less difficult for her than spending forever wondering when he'd come home.
She seems to be handling her grief fairly well, but it's hard to tell with a cat.
{{{Marie & family}}}
Your pets are so lucky to have you, Fred Pete.
Fred Pete, I am so sorry.
Shadow got himself in another fight, and he's at home with a torn up ear, snuggled in among the blankets on the bed and wanting his people. Very "I've got a boo-boo, I need love."
{{{{ FredPete & Hubby}}}} Sorry to hear about Max. And I hope Marie handles it well.
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billytea, great to hear about Ryan making it to Toddler range. Be ready with the bubblewrap and kisses.
There was more. But work is eating all my brain cells.
Fred, I'm so sorry for your and Hubs loss. Max was very lucky to have you. And you were lucky to have him.
Fred Pete, I'm sorry for your loss.
Aw, Marie. Taz and Marley send her cat-loaves.