Friday, September 05, 2008
We here at Chicats are overwhelmed by all the kind thoughts and prayers.
It is a cool and dry day here in Chicago. It is peaceful in the house. All the anxiety is gone.
Lucinda was getting weaker by the day. I did all that the doctors told me to do. The daily medicine, the fluid therapy, the eventual modified syringe feeding. I knew that a choice had to be made to help her find her peace. She ended up making the choice for us.
She is with her family beyond the Bridge.
Purrs and headbumps.
Moe, Carmela, and Catmomma Diane