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After Earney was diagnosed with a rare, aggressive, and untreatable cancer, every day was like make-a-wish around here. I didn’t kick Earney out of bed at 5 a.m. when he wanted petting and attention. I spread blankets and catnip toys all over the hardwood floors. I gave Earney all of the treats he ever wanted and more. He had round-the-clock access to an all-you-can-eat cat-food buffet. I even kept a journal of which foods he liked, and spoon-fed him when he needed it.
We also spent some quality time playing in the fenced-in backyard. Earney was an indoor cat, but he always wanted to go outside. So what if on occasion I was sitting in a lawn chair in my winter coat, at night in the dark, with my cat and a glass of wine? The neighbors will get over it.