I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
I'm SO GLAD I stayed in the room with Rocky. I couldn't have imagined being anywhere else right then.
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Thanks for reminding me to read PS today (I've been forgetting lately). The card breaks my heart too. I've never had to put a pet to sleep myself, but I'm dreading that day. I know I'll stay in the room.
I agree, always stay in the room. It may be hard for you, but for them? Well, at least you get to walk out of the room afterwards. :( It's the last act of love you can give your pet.
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Thanks for reminding me to read PS today (I've been forgetting lately). The card breaks my heart too. I've never had to put a pet to sleep myself, but I'm dreading that day. I know I'll stay in the room.
Wow. Tears in my eyes.
I agree, always stay in the room. It may be hard for you, but for them? Well, at least you get to walk out of the room afterwards. :( It's the last act of love you can give your pet.
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