My hunting-cat Scout, died on May 17th.
Poor Graham came inside to tell me he thought Scout was sick ("Mom, Scout's just laying in the grass on his side."). I told him that he was probably just enjoying the weather (75 and low humidity). About five minutes later he came back in ("Mom, I REALLY think you need to take Scout to the vet"). At this point I thought uh oh. I went out, kids following to find my beloved cat lay dead in the grass beside our house. I couldn't believe it! Steve came home where we had a burial service in the back yard.
Now what, do I get another cat, a dog, or do we just stay pet-less for a little while? Sad days.
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stay petless. if you need further convincing of that, please refer to your previous posts that involved rodents in your home.
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