Last night at 3am the thought occurred to me that when it's time to move BACK from Hawaii, my beloved Goose will be OLD. Like, 12 years OLD.

Now I'm stressing. It worries the shit out of me to fly him now, when he'll be one month shy of 9, because he's not a good traveler, and so anxious.

But I hadn't even thought of this yet.

I'm panicking. Seriously. I don't know what to think about this.