Empty

I know I should be writing a post on the trip. But I just don’t have it in me right now.

 

It’s been a draining few days here. Thursday was my grandfather’s memorial service following his death last month. My mom and her brothers, my dad and I all delivered some words on our recollections with Willie, and it all was great, except that I had to kind of choke the last two paragraphs through a wave of tears.

 

No, I didn’t expect that. I know I should have, but I didn’t.

 

Then Friday morning, Pippin, my cat of 21 years, suddenly lost all of her strength. She hasn’t eaten a thing since Friday noon, and has only been drinking limited amounts of water. Her body’s shutting down, and I can’t do anything but watch it. But the good news is she isn’t in pain, or even uncomfortable. She’s just fading away.

 

And yeah, I’ve broken down a few times because of it. The rational part of me is apologetic and probably even annoyed with me for that, because she’s just a cat, and I shouldn’t have a full-out bawling session because of it.

 

But she’s been in my life longer than my wife and my kids, and even though this is expected with an old cat, it doesn’t make it any easier.

 

So I just don’t have it in me to offer up anything other than this–letting you know what’s going on. It’s stupid, but I just don’t want to do much else. Depending on how things go, I’ll be back when I can.

 

See you later.