Indispensible

I can't say I have much to say today. I had to euthanize two feral cats at work. I always wonder; what if we'd found them earlier? Would they still have been feral? What was the turning point? The worst thing was, I missed the heart on one of the cats and had to inject it again or watch it die much much more slowly. If I'd had the choice, I'd rather I'd never missed and instead it died immediately, the first time. This is starting to seem like a veiled metaphor, so I think I'll stop.
Life is always harder when death is on my mind.





Just seems like everything is ending, lately, everywhere I look.

Maybe it will be better in the summer...