I skipped the last week of school (took a mental health week) and stayed with a friend in Toronto. Today I decided that I'd come stay with my parents for a couple of days.. I hadn't even been in the house for five minutes when my mom gave me the news. Our older cat is dying. He was blind in one eye for as long as we've had him.. now she thinks the other eye is gone or close to going.. and you can tell that he doesn't really know where he is.. He won't meow. He won't purr. And he stopped eating. He won't eat anything. He's on my lap as I write this and I'm crying so hard that I can barely see what I'm typing. I love Riley so much. I can't imagine this house without him here. He's been a major part of my life for eleven years now (he was an adult cat when we adopted him).. this is the cat who could ALWAYS tell when I was upset and he'd always come and lay beside me and cheer me up.. this is the cat I put one of my candy raver necklaces on years ago when I was a candy kid.. and he became attached to it and would get mad if you ever tried to take it off.. And now he's just laying sprawled on my lap and I can tell he's so very close to the end and I don't know what to do.