Hey all!
Sorry I've MIA. The swining illness took me down for months and then... on DS's birthday a month ago we got kittens!!
Super foolish idea but oh wow they're amazing.
So, their names are Jim and Leaf (neither were my choice) but finally a cat has chosen me! Boone was meant to be mine - loves DH, Eko was meant to be mine - loves DH and then Leaf was for DD and Jim for DS - so he decided he loves me! I'm so thrilled I can't describe.
But on Monday it became clear our most most precious Boone had run his race. We spent a wonderful day just sitting with him in the sun and then, with him in a blanket, we walked around 'his' garden and the front garden where he always insisted he had to go - no idea what was so exciting about it. Probably that Eko was allowed out there but not him. He got lots of Dreamies as he didn't want to eat anything else and then at 6.20, we wrapped him back up in his blankie and DS held him and showed him his school and the lights as we drove to the vets.
Our gorgeous vet is on hols but the wonderful nurse Ellie who he has seen so many times over the years, did the talk and the injection and stayed with us as it happened. She was utterly utterly wonderful.
DS was so upset but my poor DH, he has lost his soul cat. I don't even begin to know how to help him.
We did the paw prints at home - was a total mess - and we agreed after was perfect as totally Boone and his grumpy as attitude 😁
He is being cremated and then when his ashes come back we will sprinkle a few by the bench where after 6 years of begging for a cat, DH finally said yes. We're also putting some under his favourite tree and then we'll keep some in one of the special Monty Bojangles black cat tins so that one day when we move, we can take him with us as I cannot bear to imagine him not with us.
I know way too much information but I'm still numb to it. I just cannot accept he is actually gone.