So Long, and Thanks for all the Tuna.

Pestilence didn't show up for breakfast this morning. We weren't too worried at first. Then we headed out for church and saw a pile of fluff on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. We kept going to church trying to believe that it wasn't her.

























The theme of the service this morning was "Joy." Lee and I had a hard time not busting out crying. What a theme. We raced out of church as soon as it was over and confirmed that it was Pestilence. We buried her in the yard. I know, I know, not supposed to, but it seemed right to us.

Lee asked me why it was so hard, since it was just an outdoor cat that "we didn't really care about." We cried a lot today. I think once you start down the "caring" path, you can't just not care. We named her, we fed her. She had moments of friendliness, and it was nice to see her as part of the set. And it's not like we didn't think this COULD happen sometime. We just couldn't take them all in.

We put War in the basement as soon as we got home from church. We are going to take him in. We were going to let him hang outside until the weather turned bad, but not now. We'll get him "house ready" this week. I think he'll do fine.