Life is so hard sometimes. You have something you love and then it is gone forever. Monday evening, Eric and I were in our small group. When we got home, Autumn said that she had heard a cat fight and when she went outside to see what was going on, she found Fig under the car. When she came in, she seemed ok. The next three days, she didn't eat or drink. She was very lethargic and barely moved from place to place. I thought maybe she was just sore inside possibly from fighting. She didn't have any wounds. She seemed to be sensitive on her one side when we touched her. I hate sharing these photos. It is a reminder of hurt and sickness and suffering. It makes me incredibly sad. I just want to share this post and never look at it again. I just wanted her to know I loved her. I wanted to hold her and for her to feel comforted. Oh Fig. I wish I had known. I wish you could have talked to me. On Thursday,...