Last week, while I was still in Ibiza reporting on a wellness retreat for an upcoming feature, I received a phone call that turned my whole world upside down. My beloved 11-year-old Sphynx cat, Wilson wasn’t walking correctly, and I, being 3,800 miles away, couldn’t be there to fix it. After several hours and a dozen phone calls between my boyfriend, my…
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