Our little kitty died yesterday. I was so sad. It was doing so well, and getting a nice big belly. I thought it was going to make it for sure. Wednesday night she wasn't eating very well and I thought it was just because she had ate a lot earlier. Thursday morning she didn't have much of an appetite either. We took Chad to the airport around noon and when we got home the poor little thing was having a really hard time breathing. I picked her up and she was really weak and wouldn't eat at all. I held on to her for awhile not really knowing what to do and she died soon after in my hands. I felt awful.
I didn't know what to tell the boys, especially Devan, because he was so excited to have a pet. I considered telling him it's mom came and got her, but then I thought I better just tell him the truth. He was pretty sad. A few days earlier when I was considering whether or not we would keep the cat, I had asked Devan if he would feel ok about giving the cat to someone who had other cat's so she wouldn't be lonely and we could get a fish instead. He had agreed to this and so when he asked if we could get a pet fish last night, I couldn't turn him down.
Today we went to the pet store and picked out a fish for Devan (named spiderman) and a fish for Tristan (named Ponyo). They've enjoyed watching them and feeding them.
Oh and my boys are kind of obsessed with wearing hats