I am still very sad, but not as much. I am able to make it through the day without crying. I still miss Summer, but its not so hard. I am glad that its not so painful.
Well, other things that are going on, Cassidy is teething in a major way. Not only is she growing the next two bottom front, she is working on some molars. Poor thing. It must be painful.
I am getting a cold. Argh! Cassie and I are going to meet Bruce for lunch today. it will be nice to spend a little time with him and I'm sure that it will be nice for him to have some real food. He has to work on Saturdays and the company cafeteria is closed, so they bring in food, but most of the time it's not vegetarian friendly.
Well, it's time do some cleaning! (fun fun fun)
Adrienne
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Summer
Dear Summer,
I'm sorry that it had to come to this. I really wasn't ready for it, as I'm sure you felt the same way. There just wasn't anything more we were able to do. I wanted to more than you could know, but it just wasn't an option.
I am a wreck today. I missed you terribly last night. I woke up several times expecting you to be there, but you weren't. I'm trying not to think about you, but I can't help myself. I walk by the chair that you liked to sleep in and think of you. The blankets you would curl up in, and think of you. I see three bowls of food, and think of you.
I'm sorry you didn't feel well at the end. It's no fun being sick. I'm glad that you don't feel anything anymore.
I stayed with you as long as could yesterday. I just couldn't handle being there are the very end. You fell asleep in my arms and didn't know any different. I kept you wrapped nice and warm in your towel so that you didn't have to lay on the cold table.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
Mom
I'm sorry that it had to come to this. I really wasn't ready for it, as I'm sure you felt the same way. There just wasn't anything more we were able to do. I wanted to more than you could know, but it just wasn't an option.
I am a wreck today. I missed you terribly last night. I woke up several times expecting you to be there, but you weren't. I'm trying not to think about you, but I can't help myself. I walk by the chair that you liked to sleep in and think of you. The blankets you would curl up in, and think of you. I see three bowls of food, and think of you.
I'm sorry you didn't feel well at the end. It's no fun being sick. I'm glad that you don't feel anything anymore.
I stayed with you as long as could yesterday. I just couldn't handle being there are the very end. You fell asleep in my arms and didn't know any different. I kept you wrapped nice and warm in your towel so that you didn't have to lay on the cold table.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
Mom
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Summer the Cat
Well, its time to say goodbye to one of my cats. She is at least 13 years old and has cancer. We will bring her to the vet tomorrow (wed) for the last time. I can't decide if I want the ashes or not. Bruce says no, but I'm still not sure. I probably won't keep them. As my Mom pointed out, what would I do with them after I have them? I didn't have an answer.
I think what is the hardest part is knowing that it is my choice for her to die. I am choosing the day and time. It's just so weird to me that I have done that. Made an appointment for her death. I know that its not murder because she's a cat, but it does kinda feel that way.
I have never had to make this decision before. My Dad has always done it. Usually without us knowing that he has done it. At the time I got really mad at him and hurt because how dare he do that to our family dog, Little Bit, with out telling us. At the very least telling us after he had done it. We found out when we were going to bed and couldn't find him, that was when Dad confessed. I understand that he was trying to protect us and all that, but I was in a Freshman in High School, not a 9 year old. Oh, well, I understand why he did it, but it still hurt.
Ok, back to Summer. Colin (my sister's husband) got her at the pound before they were married (10 years now) and she was full grown then. So her being 13 is really a guess, but its the best we got. If she was 3 then I would be more into so the surgery and all that stuff that goes with it. But she's not, and I have to face reality.
Love you Summer and you will be dearly missed!
Adrienne
I think what is the hardest part is knowing that it is my choice for her to die. I am choosing the day and time. It's just so weird to me that I have done that. Made an appointment for her death. I know that its not murder because she's a cat, but it does kinda feel that way.
I have never had to make this decision before. My Dad has always done it. Usually without us knowing that he has done it. At the time I got really mad at him and hurt because how dare he do that to our family dog, Little Bit, with out telling us. At the very least telling us after he had done it. We found out when we were going to bed and couldn't find him, that was when Dad confessed. I understand that he was trying to protect us and all that, but I was in a Freshman in High School, not a 9 year old. Oh, well, I understand why he did it, but it still hurt.
Ok, back to Summer. Colin (my sister's husband) got her at the pound before they were married (10 years now) and she was full grown then. So her being 13 is really a guess, but its the best we got. If she was 3 then I would be more into so the surgery and all that stuff that goes with it. But she's not, and I have to face reality.
Love you Summer and you will be dearly missed!
Adrienne
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