Last week, my cat/best friend/only child Mary Katherine was diagnosed with a rare and progressively debilitating terminal disease. It’s called feline acromegaly—her body makes too much growth hormone. Days earlier she pooped on a new rug and in my fury over it I did the math that I’d have her for another 15 years, and as we rolled up the rug I told Jere…
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