Today is a very sad day for me because last night I had to make a decision over the phone to put my cat of 18 years (Lucifur) to sleep. Apparently she had a type of cancer that we were unaware of. I'd noticed that she was thinner and quieter but I kind of wrote that off to age. What really tugs on my heart is that 5 min before I left for the airport, she ran up and sat right on my chest. She rarely does that. It was like she knew she would not make it until I came back and was saying goodbye.
My friend who stays at my house with my fur kids was grieving as much as we were. I am saddest that I wasn't there with her.
I know animals get old and that we lose them and that Luci had a really good life for 18 years, but damn, this has been a seriously sucky year losing both Luci and Obie as well as Senior Froggy who I raised from a tadpole and had for 8 years (who even knew frogs lived that long).
We did open our home to another kitty, Bella, she's 3 years old but she has had a hard life (she flinches every time you come near her, I think someone was hitting her). She is adjusting now I think. I'm rambling, the loss of Luci has not hit me yet as much as I think it will when I get home but nevertheless, I'm sad.