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…