My mother in law picked up Mr. Mittens (The Brownish One) today. Even though it feels like being kicked in the stomach, there's already a family ready meet him and possibly take him in. I'll give the folks at my local humane society credit. They do great work with animals. And they've always been great with him, Pumpkin and Midnight.

I just hate that my last moment with him was struggling to put him in the carrier. It hurt like hell and I've spent the morning crying my eyes out. I barely slept at all but the wife and I let him sleep on his favorite blanket one last time until morning came. I've lost cats before, usually during a move, but this one had to be the hardest.

Still, we'll be okay in the long haul. I've got Midnight keeping me company and he rarely leaves my side and Pumpkin usually keeps my wife company. They may feel like something's missing for a time but they've always had each other.

See ya around,

Aspie