Yesterday was rough.
So rough I had to borrow the title to my post today from a book I read.
So rough I even considered NOT writing about it.
But, how will I get these feelings out if I don't put them to 'paper'?
Dave and I had to make a tough decision about our buddy-cat, George.
George; who had been with us since before we were married.
George; who had been the constant in an ever changing family.
George; our 'little old man', needed us to help him rest.
We made an appointment a week ago and told each other we would cancel it if something didn't feel right.
Then we told Maddi in order to giver her some time to digest the news.
Then we waited and watched while George make his world smaller and smaller.
Then the day came and we told Ellie and Ben; said our goodbyes.
I took George to the vet, praying out loud to Jesus to stop me if I wasn't making the right decision.
Unfortunately I arrived for the appointed time.
I told George I loved him.
I told George 'thank you' for being such a good friend.
His eyes were locked with mine as he left his old failing body behind.
It sucked and then I cried