Grief
In 2009, when April gave us the kitten, he was named Moroni, but we shortened the name to Momo. When I woke up this morning, I didn't think I'd be attending a funeral tonight. 2014. Watchful and wary, yet playful, Momo was a beloved part of our family. This afternoon, I had just returned home from taking the house key to the cat sitter when one of the kids made a comment about Momo choosing a strange place to take a nap. When I went to investigate, our beautiful orange cat was lying on the floor in the hallway, in front of the linen closet door, just a few feet from my bedroom door. It looked like he was asleep, but when I reached out to stroke his silky fur, there was no response at all. When I looked at him closer, I realized that his eyes were open a little, but unfocused and kind of glazed, and his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth. Suspecting the worst, I picked him up. It was like picking up a boneless mass. There was still no response, no sign of br...