Courtney and I are outside a CLEAN HOUSE yard sale!

Moving along...

So I turned my phone off yesterday. I didn't want to talk to anyone but Alix. I didn't want to open my mouth as anything that would come out meant nothing because my Widget was gone. I guess I didn't realize just how much I depend on that little guy during the day. He greets me when I get back from lunch or running errands. He lets me know when it's time to drink some water. Hell, when I went to the restroom before we left for home at the end of the day (I hate getting stuck in traffic and having to pee) he went too! The past 2 weeks even found him knowing to run back up on the desk and into his carrier because he knew it was time to go. I found that most amazing, he really was quite brilliant.

So last night when I ate some popcorn, Polly came over to ask for a piece. She isn't normally my popcorn buddy. Widget loved him some popcorn. Anyway, Polly came over and took a piece and walked off. It was kinda funny, she walked around the bed, then behind me where she decided she was good to eat it. She chomped on it like kittens do and always makes me giggle and then it happened. I looked down the hall waiting for Widget to hear it and come flying in on my lap. That's when I realized he'd never do that again...

I cried so hard that my tears came out of Alix's eyes...

No more chasing my pointer on my screen...

Oh my bestie friend Widget. I don't think I've loved a cat that much ever... he was awesome. He rode every where with me, we went to visit mom at work. He went to the store, called me out at Michael's if he thought I was over spending on art supplies. The coolest though, he came to work with me everyday. He was going to be my shop cat. He loved the lab and enjoyed running on the ramps under the cabinets, stealing naps in my drawers, sprawling out on my desk or attacking my monitor since things were taunting him across my screen.

Alix took him in this AM to get fixed and they ran the part 2 of his Feline Leukemia test which came back positive again... as hard as it was to say, I had to put him down. I will not watch another cat go through what my childhood cat went through. I didn't know better back then, I thought keeping him alive on meds was okay, I didn't realize the internal pain and suffering he was going through.

I seem to find the lost, the hopeless and the chronically ill ones. In the end I know that I gave them a home and love that most people would not. I have to live with the notion that the little time he lived on this Earth, he had a fun, rompy stompy life and even though he was just 5 months old, he was happy. It most certainly doesn't make saying goodbye any easier... not even a teeny bit.

Thanks Widget for being my bestie friend... I miss you so much.