re: #116 Stanley Sea

BTW, how are you doing. :)

Well, I only burst into tears about half a dozen times today, so I’m doing somewhat better I guess. Thanks for asking. {{{Sea}}}

My other cat seems to be sleeping off her grief—she not eating much, just comes out and looks around, asks for a little affection, then climbs back up on my bed and goes back to sleep. I don’t think she’s been awake for more than a total of an hour all day.

You know what was weird? Right after Layla took her last breath and I knew she was gone I was suddenly furious… at ISIS, of all things. I looked at the vet and asked him, “How can terrorists kill innocent people? When even a cat’s life is precious?” He looked a little surprised, but just shook his head, smiled kindly and said, “I don’t know.” Again I said, “Seriously, HTF can they DO it? I just watched my cat’s life leave her body and it’s breaking my heart—how in the hell can they kill people with no remorse?? And then everyone looks at all of us sideways!” He just smiled gently and quietly said, “I know, it’s not right.”

Then I got a hold of myself. I have no idea where that came from. Maybe because the loss was on the heels of the Brussels attack, which was still weighing heavily on my mind.

Weird, how we react to things.