The worst day in years. Yes, even worse than when my Auntie Eileen passed in February. That was kind of expected, this was not. Yesterday was my birthday, but a huge cloud hung over it as I knew that today I had to take Ritchie, one of our three (now two) cats, to the vet to be put to sleep. I don't know how I got through it, but he's at peace now and I'll never forget him. He touched the lives of everyone he came in contact with, even those who (initially) did not like animals, or pets. He was just that sort of cat. Jesus! Being a pet owner is ****ing hard sometimes!
