It’s been a bit of a rough week for me so far.
Yesterday morning, I had to put my eldest, dearest kitty Gabbie to sleep.
She was 12, and was diagnosed with a cancerous tumor behind her tongue about a month ago. Even though I miss her terribly, I am grateful that her passing did not happen suddenly, and that I had the last few weeks to spend extra time with her and say goodbye.
Gabbie was one of a kind…she was the ultimate sweetheart and lap cat. We had her before we had our kids, moved cross country with her and lived in six different homes together. We shared countless special times with her.
I always have lots of pets, so I have experienced this type of loss many times. Still, it really does not get any easier for me.
The tradition in our family, though, is to honor the animal who has passed by adopting another soon after. This seems to help us all (especially my kids) to deal with the sadness. So we brought home a little kitten from a local shelter yesterday…
…he’s ridiculously cute, don’t you think?
In the short time I’ve known him, he already seems to have a wonderful personality- he wants to be wherever we are and is affectionate, curious and playful. But here’s the thing: he doesn’t have a name yet! I can’t call him “little guy” forever. Do you have any ideas for what we should call him?