But today it seems appropriate.
The gloominess that seeps in through our windows.
Yesterday, Severus, our new black kitty, seemed to be acting...a bit off. Mr. playful-jump-off-of-anything-to get-at anything-and-race through-the-hall-so-fast-you-can-barely-see-him hung out under the desk.
He's never stayed under the desk.
He's never stayed anywhere for more than five minutes.
By last night, he would barely move. We prayed for him and hoped that by the morning he would be better.
It won't be long now. To say goodbye again.
And our sweet Sydney. How would she deal with the loss of her brother?
It wasn't long until we found out.
This morning she began to throw up.
How could this happen again? Could whatever Neville had have left germs that were bound to be caught by any new arrivals? We wonder, but we also are accepting what seems to be inevitable.
Pray. Make them comfortable. And prepare to mourn again.