Seriously, I do not plan on continually disappearing. My transition period remains chaotic. My job ended one week ago. Lack of communication from the company made the situation more stressful than necessary.
I'll spare you all the details. I'm glad to be out of it. I feel at peace as we wait for God to reveal His plans for our family.
At the beginning of this week, my 17-year-old cat, LB, became sick. I took him to the emergency vet in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, he did not return to our home with me.
Though "just a cat," he's been a constant in my life for 16 years - through job and relationship changes, 8 moves (including two across the country), my getting married and our having a child. Our house seems a little empty without him. LB followed me from room to room and always sat facing the door, guarding me.
Here's a few pictures of our little buddy. We'll miss him.
My daughter's reaction to our loss deserves a separate post. I do not have the brain capacity to do it justice tonight.
