Holy cow....you aren’t the only one crying.
The intention wasn’t to make it be about us or our kitty but when started it kept going until it was becoming impossible to type on the tablet.
She was the last link to a house that had been in the family since the early 1900’s. A house where we raised three great kids and made our home until it became too much for us.
She was our oldest son’s wife’s kitty but when they started to have children she had to go so we took her.
As I said even though I am more of a dog person and really pretty much a hard butt, it was very traumatic. She was a connection to past treasures.
Mrs p6 is looking at me wondering why I’m wiping my eyes and I dang well am not going to let her know!