See, I got up this morning and first thing, buried Evie in the back yard. Doc had the hole dug. We put her in together after petting her and saying goodbye. and then we each poured dirt over her. I got the job of pouring it over her head, which was hard.
I got an email from the Animal Foundation today. All at-risk animals, which includes all cats over 6 months old are half off the adoption price. but i don't want another cat. i want my Evie back.
Chewy keeps waiting for her to come back, he sits outside, staring at the wall where she used to come over. I don't know how to tell him that his cat is gone. She used to groom him and curl up with him and nuzzle him. They loved each other. None of the other cats have the same relationship with Chewy that Evie had.
She was only with us a year and a half. It seems like much longer than that, but not long enough. she picked us. she saw us on the street and followed us home. I can't believe she's gone. She was fine a week ago.