Goodbye Fergus

It's the first day of Fall. The weather has turned and it feels official. It seems like an appropriate day to feel a bit sad about the passing of my two day cat Fergus. He showed up on Thursday. He brought new literal meaning to the phrase "skin and bones." He walked right in the front door and let us love him up for the short time he had left. That felt like a grand blessing. I love animals and I know that God does too. I imagine he told Fergus he could come here and the crazy cat ladies would take care of him on his way out. We took him (Kim King and I) back to the vet this morning (I didn't think he would make it through the night), and Dr. Smith lovingly helped us to make the decision. I will always appreciate Kim King for crying as hard (maybe even a bit more) as me. I love thinking about him being in pain and then instantly being back to his vibrant cat self, so happy. I'm sure he'll be mine in the next life (with a custody arrangement between Kim King and myself). So the name Fergus is retired until then. I wonder who will show up on the doorstep next....