Besides all the holiday shenanigans, I have taken a break for another reason. My dear, dear cat of 11 years got stomach cancer and had to be put down. Let me tell you - this might be one of the hardest things I have gone through. My whole life I have had a pet/pets. I grew up in the country riding horses, spending time on my friends' farms and generally cultivating a love for all things animal! I think my childhood was lonely at times - my parents were divorced, my sisters were much older, and having a pet was such a comfort for me. A friend who would always be there to greet me and comfort me.
My gorgeous gal was not a cat that others loved as much. She was reticent about strangers coming over to the house and even hissed at my husband sometimes. But, to me she was adoring. Following me around waiting to be pet. Coming to bed as soon as I did and waiting for me to pull back the covers so she could crawl under and sleep next to me. I miss her! She was a giant part of my home life.
Thanks, friend, for your gift of unconditional love for these past 11 years. We will miss you here at home.