cassie bear

Ugh. Our beloved little girl, 16 years a kitten, has an infection and a possible “growth”. We are in handfeeding and antibiotics mode, praying that she starts to recover and what the doctor thought might be a lump is just a benign polyp.

She’s such a love, I’m not sure how we’ll quite handle losing her. Hopefully, we won’t. Not yet.

Death comes for us all, but if I may paraphrase Game Of Thrones, hopefully not today.

It would be on par for this shit year though, and that’s what scares me the most.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 2633 words, novella: The Mungk

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