Tuesday night, I started getting a sore throat after a laugh-attack. Turns out, I was actually getting sick. Wednesday kept me bedridden with a fever. Turns out, I think my hot/cold flashes were because of cramps. This morning, I woke up to let Luke inside so he could cuddle up with me - like he always does - when I got news that my other cat, Sassy, passed away last night. Instant mess. It was seven in the morning and I tried going back to sleep, but stayed up for what felt like a couple of hours. Just thinking. I have no idea what the time was when I finally fell back asleep. My eyes have hurt all day. My throat makes it impossible to speak above a whisper, and never more than a couple of sentences at a time. I’ve been sucking on Halls throat drops, but they hardly help. My mom is having problems with a gallstone and thinks she has to go get surgery. I’m scared. I’m sick. I’m tired. I’m sore. I’m heartbroken. Yet, Luke just came inside - again, to cuddle - and decided to fit right beside me, underneath the covers. Sometimes I’m really amazed at how connected an animal can be to their owner. (Shall I say, friend?) I feel like he knows he’s keeping me sane right now. Despite how much today sucked, I’m glad I have him. He is what matters.