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I post this at the risk of turning this into a fuzzy kitty journal. However, Tiger took it on Sunday, in order to have a cover for invitations to his ninth birthday, and had such pride in it.

For his birthday, we're having a sleepover at Corb's hotel. Tiger admitted he's a bit nervous, because he's really only had one friend sleep over before, at Josie's. I'm a bit apprehensive, too. This will be our first time with some of Tiger's friends. We've mastered girls, but will a sleepover of boys be different? Where will we sleep? I'm sure it will be fine, but I'm thinking of asking Josie to hang a while, just for reassurance.

But it was so great, seeing my boy so excited about the invitation. Last night, in bed, he read the entire invitation to Ashes, down to the letter. Of course, she just kept her eyes glued to the television and ignored him. She didn't care.

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Joannie called Corb with the news this morning. Stormy's going to be put to sleep later today.

There's been an exceptionally cold spell here in New England, and I'm certain that the single digit weather had something to do with it. But these past few days, Stormy has been in a tremendous amount of pain. Joanie's been trying to help her with medication, but this morning, when Stormy woke up, it was clear that something was seriously wrong.

I'm so grateful that Corb and I went to visit Joannie a few weeks ago. Although Corb was concerned that Stormy didn't recognize him, I think she looked thrilled to see him, and she fell asleep by his side as we talked through the night.

It's been quite an adventure with Stormy this year, but I know that in her last days she was well taken care of, and now, she's in a better space.

I love you, sweetie.