i just have to get this off my chest. and i knew i could do it in here w/ out anyone giving me heck for such an off-dis topic.
19 years ago this august my first son died at 3 months old. two months later my hubby came to the door w/ a tiny ball of fluff in his hands, it meowed at me & my hubby said "happy birthday honey, I thought you needed 'somethng to mommy'. It was then that my life with kiki began. We originally named her Marilyn, because she had this beautiful beauty mark thingy on her lip, but you know how pet names get whittled down.
my kids have teased me over the years that it was weird to have a pet older than they are. But she was so wonderful. Always waiting for me when I got home, always doing that gentle curl around my ankle to say hi. And she just had the sweetest sweetest purrr.. My dad wanted to put her down 10 years ago, just because she was old. Even though she was perfectly healthy. This last year i just knew would be her last. Last week she just circled her food & looked at me. I knew that 'goodbye' look all too well. I've seen it waay too many times in people and pets. I haven't seen her for over a week. I'm sure she went off quietly somewhere to slip away. I just wish I had the chance to bury her properly. My heart is just so sad.
I needed to just 'get it out'..