You can say that Im pretty good at masking my feelings by giggling every now and again. Ive been pretending lately that everything is ok when Im feeling so lost these days. Today, was a day that literally broke my heart in a million pieces. I had to say goodbye to my 1st fur baby. Some of you who might be reading this might be rolling your eyes and saying to yourselves...who cares. Well I do. 12 years of ups and downs with this cat. Hes been there for me at my worst and best times. Someone found you 12 years ago under a clothing rack at Sears Brossard. I had just resigned and was leaving to start my new job at Concordia. A morning staff member found you hiding under the tradition clothing rack. I immediately said I was taking you home. I was living with my parents at the time (this was right before they split up) and when my dad got home I showed him what was snuggled up in my bed sheets. Ill always remember what he said...youre mother is going to kill you. (we already had 3 cats and a dog at the time). Well my mom didnt kill me, instead she said I could keep him only if I took him with me when I moved out. Bruno had no idea what news I was going to break to him later that evening. We named you Stewart (after Stuart Little cause you looked like him when you were a baby) a.k.a. Buddy. How can I say goodbye to this guy? It was the worse day ever but I am so glad that I found a place that took good care of you today. Kuddos to the CHUV in Ste-Hyacinthe. I love you Stewie. XXOO Now wheres my beer?
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 21:56:12 +0000
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