The Hardest Phone Call I've Ever Had To Make

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I think somewhere along the line we have a phone call to make that we might dread making and can be the hardest one to do. Well, today was officially my day to make a phone call I've put off for almost two months, yes, almost two months. (Of course there were other reasons I held off) As many of my friends here know, on Monday, April 19th very early in the morning, my beloved black cat Pyewacket went to Rainbow Bridge..he literally died in my arms and he had absolutely no health issues as far as I can tell, and due to his sudden death like that, it must have been a heart attack--why he had one, I have no idea, for like I said, he was his usual healthy self up until about an hour before he died. Well I did have a bit of a dilemma on my hands. I'm on disability benefits and I just plain didn't have the money to "take care" of him right away. I live in an apartment building and yes there is a small backyard of sorts, but since that is the landlord's property I don't think it would have been legal of me to bury him there, besides to be honest, I preferred the idea of having him cremated and have his ashes returned to me. I didn't like the other alternative of calling the Sanitation Dept for a pick up, where he would have been treated in effect like so much garbage. Very soon after my friends were aware of Pyewacket's passing, some generously sent me money toward a "proper" arrangement and I can't thank them enough for those loving generous hearts of my friends (some here, some at Facebook)--but to be honest it just wasn't enough...so I managed to keep that money aside, not touching it, and continued to save more from my benefits until I finally figured I had enough. Yet.......I still procrastinated...I just couldn't make that darn blasted phone call...I'd stare at the phone, realizing I needed to call, but didn't. In the meantime I had him in "storage"---uh, yes, at the risk of grossing people out, I kept him in my freezer...but hey, the alternative of keeping him "out" would have been even grosser. Finally, only just today, I just plain made up my mind. It was time to let go...time to put that final closure.......time to say goodbye and I made the call. I made the call in the afternoon, and everything was arranged via that call...his pick up (which was a few hours later), arranged for a private cremation, I picked out an urn from the photos on the Pet Memorial website and his ashes will be returned to me within a week or so. The odd thing was I think my other kitty, Kissy sensed something was "up"--while sitting in front of the computer she sat on my lap most of the day...she was in her way trying to console me. So yes I had financial considerations that sort of delayed my putting final closure on Pyewacket, I just plain found making that phone call to make arrangements the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life....I had less of an issue to arrange my mother's funeral than for my cat. I KNOW that sounds odd, but then maybe to you who have gone through the same thing with your furbabies know exactly what I'm talking about and feeling. So .......has there ever been a phone call you absolutely dreaded making and kept putting off? What was it? Please tell and share.