you don't know what you got
till
a) it's gone; or
b) it beats the long odds.
we were just recently faced with just such a coin toss.
i don't know i could have handled it if his last conscious action at home was to emit a quiet meow, stand up, crawl to my lap and curl up to find warmth. she was on the phone, calling the vet on the emergency after-hours line, when he did just that.
instead of getting sleep this weekend, i shed tears, dig? and here i thought myself so cold and detached. hug someone you love and, dammit, immunize your cat.
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