A sad day.

Today isn't such a great day. Our cat Peaches is approaching 20 years old which, in cat years, is like 140 or something. She's had a long life and we've tried to make her comfortable and happy. I think I can confidently say that she has had an enjoyable last half of her life (the time she's lived with Jena and I).

Unfortunately, old age has caught up with her. She's thin as a rail and can't keep her food down. She barely moves all day, and this weekend she's starting missing the litter box. Sadly, it's her time. Her quality of life is slipping away and if we just leave her alone she'll probably just starve to death, which is a pretty terrible way to die.

And so, today I'll be leaving work early while the girls are gone and Peaches and I will take a trip to the Humane Society.

It makes me sad, because she's been a really good cat. She's been around since Jena and I got married and she's always just been part of the family. Such is life, I guess.

Add to that the raging headache I've got today and I'm starting to wish I would have just stayed in bed all day.

Oh well. I guess I have duties that need to be done.

Update: Well, it's done. My headache got so bad I thought I was going to hurl, so I thought it best to leave work. I got home and took some drugs and found the cat carrier. She didn't want to get in at all, and she didn't like the drive, either. It was pretty rough. I'll spare you the details, but I'm an old softie, I guess. The girl there was nice, and had probably seen more than her fair share of distraught pet owners. I managed to keep some of my dignity until I got to the truck.

We're all kind of melancholy today, so we're ordering pizza and taking it easy.