The Story Thus Far...

I do not believe that the rest of this year is going to be a very good one.

It feels wonderful outside today. The rain brought in autumn, I believe. I love autumn. But there is no guaratee that it will stay.

That is only one little thing that is good..

These past three months have been kind of hard ones in some ways and on some levels. Each month has brought one death.

In July, my father died.

In August, my dearst Sally died.

In September, this month, there is yet to be another death any time now.

Jay Jay, the oldest cat we have, is sick. Mom believes that he is going to get well. But I picked him up. I held him. He is weak. He can't hold himself properly. He is just laying there. He is wet.

...There is blood that has come from his mouth.

He is only holding on by a thread, but he is in pain. I wish he would just let go.

I would rather that he not die, yes, but I would rather him not be in pain. And it hurts him to breath, I think.

So many deaths can not bode well.

And so much pain is not easy to heal. Especially when things just seem to keep going wrong.