Drainage
This past weekend, I had the unfortunate task of taking Bird to be put to sleep (she had cancer and her condition deteriorated rapidly in the past few days). It was by far the most difficult thing I've ever had to do, emotionally. I don't have any doubt that I did the right thing, but it didn't make the actual decision any easier, nor has it made it any easier to come home and not have her underfoot both simultaneously delighting me and getting on my nerves. It never occurred to me just how much time Bird spent around me when I was at home until I spent the majority of the day today at home. The place felt completely empty. The emotional shocks have dissipated, but there is still a dull loneliness left without her presence.
George is lying around looking a little lost right now. Bird was already in the house when Casie and I brought George home as a kitten, so he has never really known much time in his life where Bird wasn't around. When I come home and shake the treat can and George comes out, he looks down the stairs to see if Bird is coming up every time. I'm sure he will be okay, as will I, eventually.
George is lying around looking a little lost right now. Bird was already in the house when Casie and I brought George home as a kitten, so he has never really known much time in his life where Bird wasn't around. When I come home and shake the treat can and George comes out, he looks down the stairs to see if Bird is coming up every time. I'm sure he will be okay, as will I, eventually.