In 2006, my neighbor's feral cat adopted me. He was a lovely black kitty, and no one but me could touch him. I named him Ravenclaw and called him my familiar. He was my pal and I was his human.
Yesterday I noticed my fuzzy buddy didn't seem to feel well. Today I took him to the vet, and then, astonishingly, at not even ten years old, I had to let him go.
Late last year, I blogged about having daily excruciating eye pain and how it was affecting my quality of life. At the time, there seemed to be no answer and no real relief from the pain except prescription painkillers which was The Worst Plan Ever. Didn't want to become an addict or spend my life in a drugged haze (for the record, all they did was make me extremely dizzy and loopy. Not fun, especially when you were dizzy to begin with...). So I did some digging.