Sad day today. My MIL's 19-year-old cat, (my H's childhood pet) had to be put to sleep. After my H called to tell me about it, he suggested I call his mum. It was very weird to talk to her after all this time, especially since our relationship has never been very good. I guess this is a positive step forward, my H suggesting I call his mum.
Just yesterday I suggested to my H that his mum come over in the new year. I kinda feel like she needs to come here (it would only be the third time in 9 years) before I'm going to feel comfortable going there (England) again. He replied that the cat was on her last legs so he didn't think she'd want to make the trip. I said the date I was proposing was months away so it was premature to worry about the timing.
Fortunately the vet was able to come to my MIL's house to put her down, so the cat didn't have the added trauma. Tomorrow they're going to bury her in the garden.
What would we all do without our pets? I don't know how I would have survived the past year w/out my two cats.
