Not a good year.

For the fur-babies at chez hairball.

We lost Manhattan on Friday. Same deal as Callisto, only worse, so we didn't even try to prolong things.

I think I'm just numb now. I suspect it will hit me at some point, but for now I'm not nearly the basket case I was with Callisto.


RIP Little Miss

Liza

P.S. I'll try to have a happier post up soon.