Days In Monsterville

My friend Shemp died today, sitting on the veterinarian’s table. Mom held him while he fell asleep, the final kindness.

I’m sorry, Shemp. I’m so sorry. And I’ve used up all my words, a 15-year stream of curses, exclamations, inanities you only babble to cats, prayers, confessions, well wishes, and random musings — thousands of words. Not enough.

Goodbye, pal. I will always love you.