We finally put Kittie Scarlett to sleep yesterday. We waited a month past the first appointment, just because we weren't ready *and* she wasn't ready. I'm not sure she was ready yesterday, but we were. She weighed 3 1/2 lbs at the end! But the light never really went out of those beautiful green eyes.
She was the strongest little cat we've ever had. And the sweetest.
So, that was how I started my birthday. In the pouring rain we went to the vet, and Dr. McCoy couldn't be there to do it, so some woman doctor did. She wasn't near as good as having Dr. McCoy . . . but it was okay. Charlie had dug the hole the night before (when it was still dry and warm out), so we were ready.
The fun part was . . . yesterday was my birthday! (Thank you, far_mountain
, for the virtual gifts!) We went to dinner last night with Sue and Mitch (our favorite, Taco House), and then Charlie and I went to the office and worked until 1:00 a.m.
I ended up getting many flowers and treats and four Starbucks cards for my birthday (the PERFECT gift).
I really want to be around more at LJ, but I have so much to write and just can't keep up. The Centennial celebration is going wonderfully, but it's just too busy right now. I had two big articles in the paper last week, and our big marketing campaign kicks off next week. We still have a lot of $$ to raise, but the projects are going so well. I was immersed in the motion picture on Friday, and I had goosebumps and chills and I cried when I heard the voice of the actress Ira finally selected. She's PERFECT.
Happy Easter to my flist, for those who celebrate. (And, yay, Lent is over!!!) For those who don't, I hope you have a lovely spring Sunday. (And, yay, U.S. Davis Cup Team!)