Things Are Such

I'm actually working on a nice, sweet, catch-up post with art and pretty things to say and all of that, but. following the depression and then recovery from depression the other day, last night in the hour between jun 30 and jul 1 my cat of 14 years, sammy, walked out of the house, and I'm feeling very doubtful that I'll ever see him again. I'm catching a plane to LA in five hours, so I'm emotionally trapped between the need for sobbing grief and jubilant peppiness. life is hilarious like that, right?

Edit: Sammy passed at the vets office on Monday while I was still in LA.