My mom called to let me know that they had to put Dipstick down today due to the kind of things that happen to cats when they get old. She actually ended up being 14 years old, which was older than I thought she was.

It's a cruel fate that takes away these constant companions, especially ones that lived as quietly as she did, not asking for anymore than a small laundry room, a bowl full of food, and a few pats on the head as we walked by.

So, with that, I'll be hugging Oliver and Lola a bit harder tonight.