A sad time, again.

... And then, there was one.



Bye Bye to my sweet Happy cat. The grey one in this picture that Alex drew just the other day and I printed and put on my fridge.











RIP Happy the cat













On all days, my birthday. My sweet lap cat of just 5 1/2 years old passed in the night quite suddenly and completely out of the blue.


Happy was named by Alex who at the time barely spoke and when he saw the sweet little kitten (who I tried to name Nemo) he would point (a milestone) and say "Happy cat Happy cat" - so he was named Happy. He was a crazy kitten who grew into a really sweet, affectionate, snuggly adult cat.



I feel beyond sad, myself, and for the kids. This has largely been a year of loss for them. First, Grandpa, my dad, passed away. Then, our beloved dog Josie who we had to put down after 13 faithful years crossed the rainbow bridge. And now, the very sudden and mysterious passing of Happy. Alex hasn't said much about it today, he is processing it. My daughter is devastated as this was "her favorite cat". I feel sick, and empty, and sad. I'm having a hard time with this. Its just been too much death around here. Happy was a huge source of comfort and joy for me every day and now he is gone too. I'm feeling a bit lost.

There is definitely an emptiness among us as we miss our Happy. Our time with him was way too short.