Nito, my cat, died last week.
On Tuesday, I found myself alone in an exam room with his limp, sick body in the crook of my arm and his head under my chin and I spread out a beach towel on the metal table, so he wouldn’t be cold when he died. It’s funny, how you [...]
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Back in the day, the cure for insanity was to have a hole drilled in one's skull to let all the crazy out. Some days I laugh at this childish logic. Other days I'm all, "How do I get in on this? I'm willing to sign a waiver."