talk about dysfunctional. there are 8 members in this family. 2 won't sit. 1 won't share. 1 doesn't get enough sun. 2 tear at each other on sight. the woman won't stop. the man has no clue. welcome to my family.
it was the longest 48 hours as we watched if the treatment of last recourse would take. it didn't and Bobby passed away in the hospital yesterday, leaving a gaping hole in our hearts and an empty nook between the man and woman reserved only for him at bedtime.
it was the same day that our malay neighbour called to say that leukemia, ailing for days, has also succumbed.
we prayed for angels to comfort our suffering animals and they did one better.