Our family cat was murdered Sunday night by the neighbor’s crazy dog that got loose. Our sweet cat’s name was Roundy, and he’d been with us for 9 years. Like Blacky above, he’s survived a lot, such as getting an ear torn in half when a neighborhood stray attacked him. Roundy was so loving, sweet, and yet tough. I know he fought for his life to the very end. I can totally imagine Roundy dragging himself home if he could’ve gotten away, just like Blacky. Even though my cat didn’t make it, I’m glad Blacky did. So inspiring - I’m in tears again. <3 Love.
I got 29.
I’m 32… no babies yet. But, Lord, let me have one soon! I’m not getting any younger!
What the hell?