i feel so badly for my hubby - his kitty cat that he has had for the last 12 years - passed on last night. he was old but happy, and had a good life.
he was a pretty good cat as far as cats go, but we never really bonded which kinda makes me feel guilty now. Is it cold and heartless to be happy that i will no longer find kitty poop or barf in the closet or hallway?!
hubby is doing pretty well, kitty had been sick for a long time (hyperthyroid) and lived with it much longer than the vet said he would! so thats good! and he got lots of hugs and kisses from the boy which caused lots of purrrrrring. i am trying to remember the good stuff :)
and hug hubby when he gets sad...