
Thursday before the con, Jennifer texted me that the vet thought it was time for Sasha. Sasha is a sweet tiger who almost always seems happy to see me, but he's not well. I didn't realize he was quite that not well. Since they're expecting to put him down tomorrow (well, today now, since it's past midnight as I write this), I decided to go over to the center to say goodbye. It was raining, so I left my camera in the car; I snapped a pic with my phone.