There is a gaping stripy-swirly cat-sized hole in my heart right now. My Odin passed away this week. He'd been at the vet now for several weeks, and previously, too, he had another longer stint in the vet a couple months ago. After that one, though, he was home and had been doing better, gaining weight back ounce by ounce getting back into his normal, playful vibe. This boy loved everybody, once he figured out you were not likely to eat him. I can't even count the number
