Crap going on right now in Afghanistan would indicate that the soldiers have not learned a damned thing in a decade.
But I don't care too much about that, not today. I went with a friend to put her cat, Rocky, down. She went with me yesterday for Gracie. It's a little easier to go with someone else to put their animal down than it is to put your own to sleep, but not by much.
Rocky was losing control of his back legs. What started out as a slight limp was getting worse. It got to the point that he could barely get around. So it was time.
Rocky was a Maine Coon. Like a lot of his breed, he was a one-person cat. I wasn't that person, but my friend, who bottle-fed him from when he was a tiny kitten, was that person.
It's been a rough couple of days. It'll get better.