Close encounters of the preparedness kind
My husband, Marc, and I pulled into his brother’s driveway. As he put the car in park, I turned to him and said, “I don’t want to go in there.” “Why? What’s wrong?” “I am afraid to see the cat,” I replied. Just a few days before, their beloved cat was hit by a car, broke her leg, and needed her tail amputated. “I am afraid I will cry when I see her with no tail. I…