I don't know whether I am not having a good year or whether blogging is focusing my mind on everything bad that happens.
Mine eldest son decided that we would have a barbecue at Easter. He normally works really long hours and we don't see him so he wanted to invited friends and family along for a day together. We had a super day (thank goodness the neighbours we away for Easter, the noise of a dozen teenagers together is horrendous and who invented these singing and guitar games anyway!)
By 11 at night there were still a few kids playing and the a few adults chatting. My youngest son said that our cat, Lulu, was crying at the bottom of the stairs & wouldn't be comforted by cuddles. I picked her up and brought her out to us. Paws as cold as ice and nothing working from the waist backwards. The vet agreed to meet us in 15 minutes. A blood clot had cut of circulation to her back half. The vet would put her on a drip to dissolve the clot and call us in a couple of hours. Middle of the night phone call. Some pulse in the back legs but the heart beaten erratically. Six am call, do you want to come to say good bye. By 7am she was gone. My beautiful little girl there one minute and stealing chicken from everyone at the barbecue, gone the next.
I am devastated. This little girl met me from work every day, always knew what time I would arrive home, even when I didn't. Slept on my pillow, sulked when I came home from holidays. Brought me mice in the early days. Lay beside me when I was flat on the bed with migraines, always purred for me, never judged me and always loved me. I was sad when Monty had to be put down back in January but that was nothing like this. I am completely devastated. My baby is irreplaceable.
I might have a little bloggy break for a while. Every time I come to write it seems to be something awful that has happened. I cant take it. Maybe a break will bring me back to usual.