Eleanor died today.
It was the day I had been dreading for two months, but, for her sake, had been eager for since yesterday.
I don’t like cats. I mean, they’re fine. They’ve always just been there, lurking in the background until they’re crawling all over your lap when you’re trying to eat a taco or batting a rubber ball around the house at 4:40 a.m. when you’re trying to sleep (I’m…
