Newest Family Member

It is with greatest hesitation that I welcome the newest family member to our home.

This was all sprung on me yesterday afternoon whilst we were having a nice lunch and planning on going to Target to get a few things.

The conversation started off with: Warren supports this, and, mommy I love you. Okay, two sentences that are sure to elicit a 'NO' from mom.

Hayley didn't want to tell me what was up because 'I've got it all written down'. Yet another statement that would equal a 'NO' from me.

She finally spilled the beans........I want a kitty that I can raise and would be mine - Warren has two cats, you have Missy, etc, etc, etc.

Sigh. This led to a trip to Petsmart........where they had no kitties. I'm all about adoption, don't get me wrong, but, I seriously think she should have gotten a little bit older cat.

Well, we came home and called a couple other places, no luck. So I, in my infinite wisdom, look up the Denver Dumb Friends League. Lo and behold: kitties

Sigh. So off we go to the DDFL. We get signed up, find a cat - get our hopes up only to be told once we are in a visiting room that the cat she wanted was 'on hold'.

Sigh. Crushed little girl heart.

So Hayley says: I want Bruce - read: I'm not leaving without a kitty.

Well, Bruce it is. Bruce has an array of health issues - because why would we want a healthy pet? read: Missy's ass has cost me close to $1,000.

Little Bruce has been renamed 'Nightmare' and Vladimir (the name of the original kitty we couldn't get - that's what I'm calling him anyway). I hope the kitty does not live up to the name Nightmare. Okay, I hope Nightmare is a Nightmare for Lucy. This I cannot wait to see.

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We'll miss you Old Man

This is Romeo, beloved kitty of Warren. Yesterday Warren IM'd me to tell me he was ready to put the old man down. Romeo had been ill with Kidney failure for about two years. He'd stopped eating and drinking the last few days. Well, I called the vet and made the appointment. It was a hugely emotional day for all of us, especially Warren. He'd had Romeo for 16 years. They'd seen a lot together. We went to the vets. They had a nice room for us with it's own outside exit. That was nice because we could leave straight out of that room and not see anyone. I'd never witnessed this before so I was really sort of shocked at how quickly it was done. Warren held him the entire time. I guess I expected they would take him away to do it. We will miss you old man. I kind of wonder why we don't do something like this for humans. It seems much more humane that the suffering we go through to get to the end.

No Witty Title Here

I'm not even sure I have anything witty to say. We had a really lovely morning, nice and quiet and relaxing. We had to take Hayley to get science project supplies and then stopped for lunch at Johnny Carino's. Hayley begged and pleaded for us to take her to the movies. We ended up seeing Marley and Me. It was a fabulously lighthearted, feel good movie....up until the last 20 minutes or so. It was just a bit too emotional for me, at least. Five tissues, at least. I'm still heart palpitating on a daily basis, although not as much as I did the first week. I'll have to get back to you on other stuff, because, quite frankly, I just can't think of anything to write.

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