Her missing cat turned up in the early hours, with some injuries. I was phoned just after 2AM and she asked if she could come over straight away for the carry box as the cat had to go to the vet *in the afternoon*. She turned up and we sorted out some cat food etc, we had a hug through her tears. She was saying how she had sat and prayed earlier this evening and that someone must have been listening.
W was telling me how she had tried to imagine the cat had died and how incredible it was that the cat would be back, how much she missed the cat. I was thinking how much I understood the loss of someone so precious.
My only backslide was to say "Maybe one day it will be my turn". No response of course. She did tell me how difficult things are moneywise. I said nothing and didn't offer to help.
So... Now I have set myself up for a kicking once the car crests the top of the track. Wonder what it will be? D petition?
