And that’s when he told me the cat was paralyzed.

In the middle of moving day.  I was at the new house, already unpacking.  David was back at the old house to help lead the movers in a second rendition of Should it stay or should it go. “Hello?” “…Hi…” He had a tone.  “What’s wrong?!?” “Well, Minuit seems to be…” “What?  Seems to be…