F*ck You Cancer

I sadly learned this afternoon that my Karlie has cancer that’s spread throughout her tiny lungs. Needless to say the prognosis is bleak.

We’re back home and she’s resting comfortably curled up next to her buddy Seamus.

It’s an open secret that I’m kind of fascinated by cats. I’m pretty devastated that I’m going to have to say goodbye to another awesome animal in the same year.

Maybe more of a testament of how much 2016 can frankly go fuck itself…hard.