My kitty died tonight. We just got back from the pet er. she was fine all day, then suddenly she came downstairs, went into convulsions, and that was it. We rushed her to the vet, but there was nothing that could be done. My Nicholas is heartbroken. He is the one who held her wrapped ina towel as we rushed to the vet. It broke my heart to hold him as he cried over our Emily. What do you say to a 13 year old boy? All I wanted to do was hold him and make it all better. The whole time holding myself in check so I didn't fall apart in front of him, knowing I will cry tonight, and tomorrow as I clean up her litter box and her dishes. I am glad we were with her at the end, and that she did not go through it alone, or while we were asleep. I am thankful for the time we had with her. I know she will be waiting for us, and is with other loved ones, but the pain of losing a furbaby is still tough to bare. Emily will be missed. She was a very sweet and loving kitty.
I am a quilter/crocheter/knitter/needleworker. I enjoy working with fabric, thread and yarn. I love all things victorian, and 1800's-1940's.
I am married to my Prince Charming with two beautiful stepchildren. I am owened by a 12 pound pommeranian (Reesie) and my two kitties, Elvira and Miss Destiny (they fight over ownership, lol),who share me with their big brother, a 60 lb Keesh hound mix named Chester the Cheeseball,and a 40 lb little sister (Norwegian Elkhound) named Misha. I love my fur babies and family.