I don't have any regrets about Biscuit and I'm glad God took him the way He did.

 I had a great morning with Biscuit and went to work.  On my way into work someone told me about a pet medical drama they had, going to the pet ER (do you know how hard it is to find a ride to the pet hospital without a car?), the cost, the procedures they had to do, the animal was suffering, they managed to get her back but now the owner is out over a thousand dollars.  

I remember walking away from the conversation thinking "God, please don't take Biscuit like that" and He didn't.  When I came home Biscuit was peacefully (albeit very stiffly) lying in the grass in the warm sun.  Star Trek Next Generation had the race of "Klingons" and they had a saying "Today is a good day to die" it was a good day for Biscuit.  He didn't suffer, I checked him over.  

I have always asked God to make it obvious if I have an animal pass at home, and the three times it has happened (Baby Girl the day we moved in (aka Scrawny the one-eyed Calico girl ❤) Torbie a few years back, and now Biscuit, they were in rigor when I found them so it was clear.  

A kind person took care of him for me.  Work had already scheduled me off the next day.  

My allergies are terrible and likely compounded by grief.  My coworkers have been sweet and my boss even gave me a hug when she heard about it (another associate told her).  An hour later it was business as usual but I did appreciate the gesture.  

I am just horrendously allergic to tree pollen in general and oak tree pollen in particular.  I get anywhere near (a block) of an oak tree these days I am hacking up wet nasty coughs.  I feel so bad for anyone around me when that happens.  

I am taking what I can - but the steroid nasal allergy sprays cause migraines so I can't do that.  I'm taking 12 hour expectorant/cough suppressant pills, Loratadine (24 hour allergy pills), vitamin C.  And generic brand tissues with lotion.  

I did some research on cats and grief because I still have 2 cats (and a drive by).  They said don't change the environment which is interesting as that's generally the first thing I want to do after a major loss.  So I'm not doing that.  

Spotty doesn't like me coughing but he has been getting in bed with me for very soft, fluffy, cuddles.  Cleo is processing on her own (she likes Ron's room for some reason).  

I am focusing on my jobs, take care of that cats, take care of my coworkers/work, take care of my recipients above and beyond all.  

That's it for now.