One of my cats went missing this weekend. She didn't come home in the evening. It was a bit odd. She's a total homebody. It was raining. We figured she found some dry place to curl up for the night. She never made it home.
Wes and I got up Sunday morning and went for a walk. When we got home we spent some time in the front yard discussing our fence (that fell over) and what we'd like to do with the yard. While we were still there a car pulled up and stopped in front of our house. It was our neighbor how lives back behind us. She found Pepper while out jogging that morning. She took her to an emergency animal hospital. Wes and I called and drove down to see Pepper. She wasn't doing well. She was very sick, very cold, very sad. We ended up making a decision to put her to sleep. It was a hard decision to make. We cried. Hard. Then the Dr. came in to tell us she died on her own. So as it turns out it wasn't our decision to make. They put her in a kitty casket. There were blankets and a pillow for her head. She looked peaceful. We brought her home. We dug a hole. Under a tree. Way in the back. Josiah came home.
We had planned to pick Josiah up at Grandma and Grandpa's. But called and they brought him home. He'd had a fun time. It was his first triple nighter. He was ready to come home though.
Today we went to run some errands. Josiah asked, "Where Pepper?" I told him, "She died. She went bye-bye. She's not coming home. She died. We just have one kitty now." In a small, quiet voice, Josiah replied, "Yah."
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It's really sad to lose a pet, I can relate to your grief.
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