As I type this, Squiggy is having a stomach tumor removed. One week after the elation of finding a good home for Crabbie, this. I'll tell ' ya, it's times like this that it really sucks to be a non-thiest.
I post off and on as circumstances and the mood strikes me. Sometimes it's good (most recently, Crabbie), sometimes not (Squiggy). There's nothing for it and like many people here I take what comfort as I can from just posting (I'm out of rum).