Monday, May 30, 2011
Finally, on Saturday, we decided to put our cat down. After a 24 hour period, where he peed throughout the house 4 times (No, Chili, the door to his potty room was not shut once!)... we realized the problem was not going to get any better. The vet confirmed, once a cat has established this habit, he will not stop.
Coach and I made a deal. He would take the cat to be put down and I would deliver the news to the children. (He had the better end of this deal.)
The Kid was obviously upset. Rigby was 'his pet'. He was sad, mixed with angry... "Why did Rigby have to be SO DUMB! Why wouldn't he stop doing that??" Uhhh, good question.
Surprisingly, Tink was the most heartbroken. Hear me say this... NOTHING is more awful, than watching her itty bitty face, crumble in tears. Would you like to know, my version of torture??? Hours after receiving the news, Tink sat in a bubble filled tub, giant tears dripping down her newly sun burnt face, while sobbing "I want Rigby to come back to mine home! I don't want him to be an angel cat wif wings in heaben! I want him to be wif me, in dis house."
Her raw heartbreak, made The Kid cry all over again. Which, of course, lead to Coco crying in confused sympathy with her older siblings.
This afternoon, we held a quick but tasteful mini-funeral. I later learned, my dad had once buried his childhood cat only feet away. Leaving me very UNexcited about the knowledge that my corner has been Cuted-Up but the back yard has been secretly turned in a Pet Cemetery.
Rest in Peace, Rigby.
Honestly, I probably would have loved you more, if you had not spent the past year urinating all over our laundry. But you were my children's cat and they will miss you. Tink is convinced you have 'preddy sparkly angel wings' and I very much hope she is right.