It has been a very sad 24 hours in our house...Tinkerbelle, our little black cat, had not been herself these past few days. She was drinking lots of water and wasn't coming out from under the bed. When I got home from work yesterday, she was in the downstairs bathroom just lying on the floor. I knew in my heart that something was very wrong. The kids finally fell asleep and I brought Tinkerbelle back upstairs. She was weak and could barely walk without falling down. I went to sleep with a heavy heart because I knew that in the morning I would have to break the news to the boys. When I woke this morning, she was having trouble breathing. Mark and I and the kids took her to the Commack animal hospital where they broke the news. They did not expect her to make it through the day. The boys were absolutely heartbroken! They cried so many tears. The doctor was a sweetheart and gave us the opportunity to say good bye to her in private. They each took a turn hugging and kissing her and telling her how much they loved her. She looked up at them as if she knew what each was saying. It was one of those moments you dread as a parent. She is at peace now...we love you Tinkerbelle!!!!!!!
