Sympathy

Today I received the call that Knuckles ashes are ready for me to pick up. I cried.   It has been exactly one week ago that I made the decision to put him down.  A week ago tonight I talked to M about doing this. A week ago, he was suffering.  A week ago tomorrow he died.

I also received a sympathy card from the vet clinic today.  The staff wrote touching messages about my good grey boy.  When I read this card, I did tear up a bit, but I also smiled.  He was such a good patient through the past two years.  Never bared a tooth, hissed or snarled.  In the card, they told me he was one of their favorite cats.  I am beginning to get better over this.  The boyfriend is not.  I asked him if he wanted to read the card, and he told me that he just does not want to talk about Knuckles anymore.  I can understand this.  I have other people I can talk about him with.  He and Knuckles were good buddies.  Men and women are different.  HA!  Finally figured this out.