ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
we all grow old, and we all rust,
sometimes bitter, sometimes cold,
i keep warm though i grow cold.
time that passes, each a memory born,
it is time how we weather the storms.
So my cat suddenly got better, and now we're not sure when she'll have to be put down or she'll die of old age. Which is good. It's a bit rough but Lacey's still around.
For those of you who are not aware of real-life circumstances, Rudy is a close family friend. His wife, Sheila, had cancer but she's in remission.
I don't know.
What can you say?