I originally had a lengthy post explaining everything, but forgot I'd been working on it and ended up losing it. Oh well.
Colin was 13 -- my age in cat years. Henry was 12 -- Marilyn's age in cat years. Ironic, isn't it?
We both took it much harder than we'd expected to. Very hard. It was terribly sad.
Marilyn said it was the hardest thing she's ever done, by the way.
You spend more than a decade with a beloved pet and it's a shock to see them pass in front of your eyes. They were our family. Now they're gone.
We let Johnnie out of my bedroom for the first time since my cat bite back in May. He was even brave enough to come downstairs for a few minutes. It's difficult for him, as his long and curvy nails stick to the carpet downstairs, making it nearly impossible for him to move around.
We tried clipping his nails and the normally calm Johnnie growled at us!
Tomorrow is our first official day of vacation. Today was a 'Marilyn Monday,' so thankfully it didn't count. We didn't want vacation to start with putting down our cats...
I'm dead tired and we're off to bed. It was a traumatic day -- but I needed to blog the end, just as I had blogged the beginning for both cats, years ago!
They were WONDERFUL pets. I can't go into detail or I'll start crying again. (I didn't ever blame Colin for biting me so bad.)
It was time. We may have even waited longer than we should have. More about that another day.
Happy thoughts of Colin and Henry. I know we'll see them again someday.
