for everything.

I don't have babies, therefore I have cats. If ever any living creature were going to get the best of what I have to offer in terms of love, respect, and endearment, it's my cats. I can say without hesitation that morally, I've never done them wrong. So losing one is like losing a part of me, and not just any part--one of the best parts.

I won't go on and on about all of the little reasons Lucky was a special cat. Anyone who met him already knows, and anyone who hasn't looked past his dirty fur and into in his big, innocent eyes could never imagine. There was the time he stuck his head behind the curtain to hide and started dropping deuce on the kitchen floor. Or the times I came home from a weekend away and he stood in front of me and near-yelled like I'd been gone for six months. And then there were the times he'd sleep quiet as a mouse on the pillow next to me. I'm thankful for all of it.



I wasn't prepared for being the only person who can decide whether or not to end the suffering. No matter who tells me it was for the best, that sliver of doubt is going to stay with me forever. I hope I never have to make that decision again.

So I'm a two-cat owner, now. It's taking the crazy out of my cat lady, and I am sad.