I Brought My Cat Home Today

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I didn't post this last Monday, when it happened, because it was one of those things that was a little difficult to put into words at the time. Our cat, Apollo, who was a member of our family for more than 16 years, passed away last Monday at the age of 18. He was starting to show signs of his age and I pretty much expected him not to make it through the year. But, his health declined rapidly (Saturday morning he was fine. Sunday morning, it was obvious he was nearing the end) and it ended up being a pretty big shock as a result. Since he was ready to go but couldn't get there on his own, we ended up taking him to the vet on Monday and helped him end his suffering. We decided to have him cremated and, today, I brought his ashes home. The car ride was a bit somber, though I did laugh a bit when remembering how much he hated riding in the car. And, I admittedly broke down when I got him home. Not so much from his ashes as much as the little paw print they took from him and included with the urn. It's definitely proving to be a much harder adjustment than I ever imagined. But, I guess that shouldn't be surprising considering we had him longer than we have had our kids.