06/30/2021
I don't want to make this post. In fact, I am struggling even wanting to talk to anyone about what's been going on here in our lives the past week. Honestly, I thought about just not posting about it at all. It means admitting it. It's real, and I can't change it. But I promised myself (and all of you) transparency and authenticity and doing life together in our little corner of the internet. The good, the bad, the ugly, the downright painful. So...here it goes...
Friday, June 25th 2021, just 4 weeks and 3 days after getting our cat Leo's diagnosis we had to help him cross over the rainbow bridge. MY WORD THAT IS HARD TO TYPE. Ugh. Ok. We noticed on Tuesday that he really wasn't eating all that much and I hadn't seen him go to his water dish at all that day. So I made a mental note to start really keeping an eye on his eating and what he was doing. By Wednesday it was very apparent to us that the pain was starting to set in and he wasn't as active and kept retreating to the rooms to hide. I wasn't willing to watch him start to suffer so we made the call. By the time we brought him in on Friday afternoon he hadn't eaten much of anything in 4 days and hadn't drank any water at all. Though we have been soaking in as much time as we could, those last days we made sure we surrounded him with all of our love and did our best to help him cross peacefully. Matt and I chose to do the appointment without the boys, which was difficult in itself, but we knew it was for the best. I would be lying if I said things are ok now. Truth be told, it won't be for a while. The boys are hurting, we are hurting and there have been a ton of changes happening in our life all at once that I just honestly didn't want to happen. Life hurts sometimes. Just know that, you've got someone here who will sit with you even in the darkest moments if you ever need it. Thank you for being in my corner when I'm alone.
RIP Little Leo, we love you so very much dude.