The Rainbow Bridge Claims Our Cat
She was too pretty to be dying…
Nov 3 · 2 min read

Today we will usher our Milly to the Rainbow Bridge. It is time. She has been wallowing with a variety of ailments- a mysterious concoction of cancer, heatstroke, and old age.
She’s lying beside me, and she is unusually quiet. Perhaps she knows. I have run out of tears. My eyes are swollen like golf balls from crying, as I look…

