Sweet Dewey

I don't want to be that person who posts about their dead cat on Facebook, I'm not looking for sympathy or attention. But I lost my last sweet kitty boy yesterday, and I need to let that out. Dewey was my $5000 cat, and he was worth every penny. He was 14 years old and we don't know why he died, but he left us while cradled in Mike's arms, on the way in to the vet's office. My strong and tough husband held and talked to and loved my big boy while taking him to ease his pain. I wasn't there, and for that I have some guilt - but I am also thankful. I am thankful that my husband has been Dewey's friend and food provider and comforter for a while now, and that they were together at the end. I'm thankful that Greyson's first words when he heard Dewey was sick were, "aw, I want to give him a nice big hug". I'm thankful Dewey came in to rest on G's couch just a few days ago and let Grey pet him a little bit. And I'm thankful Mike and Greyson buried a woodpecker in the backyard a few weeks ago, so the little guy kind of understands what's going on.

I love you Dewey.

I love you Mike, I love you Greyon, I love you New Baby. All my boys.