It’s done. Jess went to sleep in my arms at the vets this morning.
Last night we weren’t sure that he was going to make it through to the morning, but he did, so we took our final trip a little while ago.
Ridiculous to feel so upset, but I’m absolutely howling here. Dd is sad, she tells me, but wants to know when we are getting another cat. She also wants to know where “the other bit” of Jess is. I told her that I’d left his body at the vets, but that the other part of him was gone. V similar to the discussion when Gramps died last year. I think that we’ll be getting a few of that sort of question over the next few days, so I hope you’ll excuse us at camp if you see us in the corner having a few tears and a group hug. That’s if I manage to get organised for camp – Jess did horrid things on the sofa cover last night, and it’s completely thrown out my washing and drying schedule. Might have to pop some stuff up to mothers into the tumble dryer!
