I've Gained My Composure Somewhat

Well, yesterday was a sad day. I bawled so much that I look like an alcholic with a big, red nose. I still can't believe Loco's gone.

I called the vet yesterday morning to see how Loco was doing and to see what time I could pick him up. The vet got on the phone and said that Loco didn't make it through the night. I just sat on the floor and bawled. My daughter was walking around in circles almost gathering all her stuffed animals to bring to me to make me feel better. She brought me one of her stuffed cats and said, This is Loco, Mama. It's okay, Mama. Pretty amazing when your 2 1/2 year-old does everything she can to make you feel better. That's when I realized I was freaking her out, so I tried to quit bawling. Every few minutes she'd ask me, Are you crying, Mama? She's so sweet. She doesn't realize it, but she's going to miss that cat. She always said he was her best friend. She called him Coco because she couldn't say Loco. Last night while in bed she said, I miss Coco - Coco's in the hole and he can't meow.

We buried him yesterday. And after that, I felt a little better. Last night, we went to my mother's house for a bon voyage party for my sister and her husband. They're going to Europe for about a month for their 25th wedding anniversary. It was nice to visit with my family. Anyway, I appreciate everyone listening to my Loco saga. And, Sam, we left a note with Loco that said we'd meet him at the bridge. You don't know how much better you made me feel by telling me that.