Basically The Worst Blog, Ever

So I'm going to start with normal blog stuff and if you want to stop reading then, you seriously won't hurt my feelings.

I've finished the fifth bobbin of the Fireworks spinning.  I've started the sixth and final bobbin of singles now!  I'm all about celebrating the tiny wins right now.

OK, if you're not up for heavy, depressing, horrible news, go on about your day now.

On Monday Max had an episode of heart failure and we had to make the decision to let him go.  He was 8-1/2 years old and we had no idea this was even an issue when we woke up that morning.  Cats mask their symptoms and he had given us no clue.  He lived every day at 100% and loved and played with every single part of himself.  When we named him Max (Maximus), we nailed his personality.  Obviously, our household was already grieving and the loss of our beautiful, sassy kitty has just gutted us.  Mentally, I'm curled up in the fetal position right now.  We all are.  Logan is giving hugs and cuddles, but he misses him too.