Ming the Cat
He was 19 years old and Friday he went to the great scratching post in the sky. His kidneys were failing and he couldn't keep food down so we made the trip to the Humane Society to do the humane thing. They have a grieving room which I thought was really weird until I started to bawl like a baby. I cried all the way home. I'm glad the guys didn't go with me. Hubby cried when we made the decision. Ruben cried when I told him Ming had gone. Then Ruben went on to be the grief counselor and tell me all the good things we needed to remember about Ming and how much better of he is now.
Anyhow, the one male that has been with me no matter what I weighed, how much I made, or how much time I had for him is gone. And I'm sad. I'm going to blow my nose and go back to work now.
Anyhow, the one male that has been with me no matter what I weighed, how much I made, or how much time I had for him is gone. And I'm sad. I'm going to blow my nose and go back to work now.