My childhood cat died a few days back. It wasn't unexpected (she was 17 and fairly sick) but that doesn't mean that it sucks any less. Perhaps what makes it harder is that I haven't been home all fall and I've missed my kitty. Now when I am about to go home for Thanksgiving and anticipating some serious kitty-cuddle-time, that isn't going to happen.
Another thing is that now all my childhood pets are gone. My dog died about four years ago and now my cat. I suppose it works out all right since we named them as sort of a pair. The dog's name was Caber and the cat's name was Toss(ie) as in the game of Caber Toss (My family is painfully Scottish). Now they are both gone.
I'd like to say that I was a big girl about this - but I really wasn't.
I volunteered to cut the onions at work so that I would have an excuse to cry on the clock.
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I'm sorry to hear about your loss. I remember when my first dog passed and it hurt surprisingly hard. Please accept this eHug. I hope I can see you during your visit home. Perhaps you can make it to the show on Friday at the WCH?
aw, i love the fact that you had onions to console you while at work! and i hope this time of mourning subsides soon. Here's a big hug= O a little hug= o and another big hug= O.
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