There have been a lot of tears shed here today. This morning my wife and I had to have our cat, Audrey, put to sleep.
The cancer never went away, even after we had a tumor removed from her chest last winter. New tumors appeared, and recently had gotten infected. For the last week or two, Audrey had taken to curling up in a nest under my desk and sleeping the days away. Poor pretty kitty.
Audrey was 15 years old, and a tiny thing. She was found in a ditch by some little girls who brought her to my future wife's door. Brandi planned to take her to a shelter, but never got around to it. About eight years ago, Audrey came into my life, too, when her Mom and I got together.
She was a remarkably affectionate creature, vocal and loving. I'm really going to miss waking up to find her lying on my shoulder, purring, and watching movies with her curled asleep in my lap.
Brandi & I are both taking it hard. It's going to be a bad night.
And, speaking of bad nights, I had my sleep study last Sunday night, and yes, as expected, I suffer from "severe" sleep apnea. Unfortunately, it took so long for me to fall asleep at the lab that I'll have to go back as soon as they can fit me into their schedule and try me out on the CPAP machine. So, while I now have a good idea why I feel so crappy all the time, it will be a while before I can actually start being treated for it.
This has been a rough year all around...