Last week, my little black kitten Jinx's bald/shaved spot had finally grown back in enough that it felt smooth to the touch.
Last night, my little black kitten Jinx was insistent on curling up in my lap, purring voraciously, so she could help me with my work.
Today, she died.
Sammy, our big dog, killed her, probably because she had entered our fenced-in backyard, gotten spooked by the canines, and taken off running. Sammy only chases when they run. And when he chases, you have to hope he doesn't catch because he never learned gentleness.
Her body was in the backyard, sprawled out in the grass, when I got home from Vocal Jazz.
Mom was afraid to look, but I had to know... and I haven't really been able to stop crying since.
An excellent end to an excellent week, let me tell you.
I'm getting kind of sick of all this crap happening at once.

I miss my Jinx. I miss her a ton. And it's only been an hour and a half since I found her.

-sigh-