A week later

I have finally stopped bursting into tears at random times. Although, I did get a little teary last night, but it wasn't uncontrollable. I miss my baby kitty a whole lot, but have come to terms with his death. I had never had to make a decision like that before. It was _possible_ that he could recover. It would have been weeks and weeks and several thousands of dollars (which isn't a huge factor, but stepping back from the situation, I don't know that it's wise to spend so much family money on a pet). It would have been a lot of pain for Kane even if he could have made a full recovery. I think I made the best decision for him and it's comforting to know that I could do what was best for him rather than follow my selfish desires. I was not batting an eye at the vet telling us he could be blind ("Then we'll have a blind cat.") or that he could have brain damage ("As long as he lives."). I just wanted my kitty. So, the fact that it turned out the way it did was not really my doing, I've decided. The Lord intervened in the life of that sweet, good kitty and made sure he was taken care of. And that's really nice to know.

As for our lives, we are getting back to normal. We had Monday and Tuesday off from school, so the kids had some good down time. We went to the park on Monday. It was 72 degrees and gorgeous. Just the slightest bit cool in the shade. The kids climbed on the climbing rocks for an hour. I remember when they were building that park, I was frustrated because of how spread out it is. It was hard to watch all of your kids if they wanted to do different things. Now that the kids are older, I appreciate how the park is put together. It's nice to have things that older kids like to do. They do like to swing still, but the other park equipment is not of too much interest to them anymore.