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So far, Catalina had been pretty decent— though it seemed things might be beginning to veer in the direction of downhill. Seeing Grant after all this time had been...strange, and she was still making sense of the things she’d felt in those moments and after them. But the real topper was the Mac, one of her corgis, hadn’t been eating his meals like he used to. No matter what she tried, he seemed determined not to chow down, and she’d tried everything she could think of. So today found her heading to the veterinary clinic with Mac and Cheese (coincidentally Mac’s corgi brother) in tow. Mac refused to go anywhere without his brother most of the time, so Cheese was a necessary accessory. Finally, Mac’s name was called and she made her way into the examination room with her boys, waiting once again for the vet tech to come in and start checking her little boy out. A frown was heavy on her lips, far too worried about Mac to look happy as she absentmindedly picked at the hem of her cardigan. 

“Heyyy,” he smiled to someone as they walked by him, “Spare a light? And a cigarette?”