Yesterday my mom's cat Nitro died. He'd been struggling with liver cancer for a month and yesterday morning at 4 am, she had to finally have him put to sleep.

Nitro was a great guy. I never before met a cat who shook hands and played fetch. Knowing he -- and my mom -- were suffering broke my heart. I called her yesterday because I just had a feeling. Turns out she'd gotten at least one other call like that. Maybe people know. We have radar.

I'm having a hard time these days as I struggle with the idea this this isn't something we're getting away from. Everyone -- we're all going to die. We don't know where and we don't know how. We only know it's inevitable. And even I -- the master of getting out of it, whatever It is -- won't escape.