Jan 17
3 min read
One Year of Catlessness
365 days of missing one little cat
It’s been exactly one year since we took my little silver and gray tabby, J.J., to the 24-hour animal medical clinic down at 62nd and York to let her go. She was 16 and had been fading for the better part of a year. When she stopped eating, it was time. It’s the same place I brought her when she took me hostage one September night in 2005.
