We had to say goodbye to Rosie

We knew things weren't going well with our sweet cat Rosie.  Last week Catherine had hoped to have another night with her, and that happened Thursday.  At that point, she was still eating and we had hoped that perhaps we would get more time.  When our friend arrived from out-of-town Sunday, Catherine came to spend the night again, and that gave her even another night with Rosie.  By yesterday, I knew things were bad and I had made an appointment for this afternoon.  Catherine didn't work today, and I asked her to be here early afternoon because she wanted to go along.

Today when Thomas got up, he found Rosie in the living room.  I rushed home, and Catherine arrived home about 25 minutes later.  Her sobs were the most heart wrenching sounds ever.  I will never forget those moments.  Rosie was her baby, and Catherine was Rosie's human.  Those two had a very special connection.  We'd had Rosie for about 9-1/2 years, and Rosie was only ten-years-old.  It wasn't enough time, but it never is.  That is the hard part about pets.  We know we are going to outlive them.

Catherine and Thomas were emotional, but they were also amazing.  As I told my mom, all I really had to do was provide moral support, drive to the vet, and pay the bill for cremation (Catherine wants the ashes).  The kids really did take care of everything else.  Thomas didn't want anything, but Catherine and I drowned our sorrows with some DQ.  Andrew was on his way home from his mom's house, and the three of us sat in a room together and just kind of hung out.  When Andrew arrived home, we ordered some dinner.  Catherine headed back to her apartment this evening.  It made me a little sad, but I get that she is an adult and has her own place.

It's been a draining day.  I am grateful that I only have to work a few hours tomorrow and that the weekend is upon us.  I'm also incredibly grateful for my amazing family.