9 years ago, when my wife was pregnant with our first son, we had a cat, Callie, loving referred to as "psycho cat".
Hearing all teh horror stories about cat poo and birth defects and the all too real threat the cat would drag the baby out of teh bassinet in the middle of the night, I was given the task of taking Callie to the nearest shelter that could promise not to put her down for at least a week or so.
It was heart wrenching even as I drove the cat that I really kind of hated and yet that day I felt so much sorrow for.
I am always touched at the instant and heartfelt outpouring of love on this forum.
Thank you, everyone. It was a rough evening last night but the vet took good care of Taz. She isn't in pain anymore and hubby and I are ok. We didn't break it to the kids yet because it would have been right before leaving for school. No.
They haven't noticed yet because Taz pretty much kept to our room these past few weeks.
So one more thing tomorrow when we tell them, then to plant more flowers in the kitty garden with love and kisses and children's tears.
Having pets is pretty damn difficult. But worth it.