Jessica and I said goodnight to our cat, Albert, for the last time earlier tonight. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
On one hand, I think that puts me in a category of not having had to do too many hard things. On the other, and in all seriousness, I think it lets me know just how much that always sweet, sometimes cranky, little bag of bones meant to me. The void feels infinitely large here at the house tonight. And no matter how many times I tell myself or Jessica that he’s no longer in pain, I just wish I could hear the tick-tick-tick of his little fuzzy feet walking through the kitchen.
We sure do miss him, and we sure do love him.