A Hard Truth

I have (somewhat selfishly) kept a secret from you guys.

Neens died last year.

I told a few folks, but for the most part, I didn’t say anything publicly. It still hurts. Terribly and horribly and unfairly and the fact that the vet told us we’d pulled off two miracles even getting him as far as we did doesn’t dull the sting of it.

He was an amazing, incredible, awesome cat, and it sucks that just as we started to get his diabetes under control, we found out he had cancer. And then it sucked even more when the chemotherapy didn’t help fast enough to fix his liver.

I did something I never do, and closed the comments on this post. You are all very incredible awesome people, and I’m sure you’d be wonderfully sympathetic. Even now, more than a year later, I just can’t handle that.

I’m telling you NOW because it seems weird to keep it a secret, and because we’re finally talking about getting another pet and I didn’t want to have to field questions about whether or not the newcomer would do well with Neens.

Writing this post is hard enough.

Thank you for the well-wishes I know you would give me if I’d let you.

Cancer sucks, be it human or animal.

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