My lovely Cassie died six weeks ago. She was only six and got sick suddenly. I know that it's my fault that she died. We had to move in with my in-laws and they refused to have the cats upstairs. We had our own space in the basement, but it was difficult to spend enough time with the cats since there was no kitchen down there (and the kids just didn't want to be down there all the time). I'm sure that she ate something she shouldn't have. She chewed things when she was stressed. I hate that that was her last home. I hate that I didn't watch her closely enough.
We got her ashes yesterday and it was a difficult day (especially when I'm home all day with the kids all the time). She was the most gentle soul I've ever met and I miss her so much. I just don't know when life will ever feel right again.
We got her ashes yesterday and it was a difficult day (especially when I'm home all day with the kids all the time). She was the most gentle soul I've ever met and I miss her so much. I just don't know when life will ever feel right again.








