Yesterday afternoon was dreadfully sad, Grace and I took our sick cat Spot to the vet and ended up having to put him to sleep. We both held him, petted him, and cried as we said our goodbye. I’ve never had to put an animal to sleep before and it was awful, but there is some small relief in knowing he is no longer suffering. We brought him home in a white box, all curled up pretty, like he really was just sleeping. Rich buried Spot in the yard here at home, where he loved to be, and loved to catch all sorts of tasty, furry creatures. He was a good hunter and used to come home meowing with his mouth full of mouse, so I could properly praise him. I am especially sad because my Grandfather, who has since passed away, gave me Spot. He is a kitten from the farm, from “up on the hill” where I grew up.
Rich came home from work last night with two bouquets of carnations in his arms. One for me and one for Grace.
This morning, Ethan had an orthodontist appointment at the unusual hour of 8 am. (He makes his own appointments). After his appointment I went to Target and left him in the car with Seth and Sarah so I could run in and get Seth’s birthday presents. He turns four on Saturday. He turns four on Saturday. I got him an Edward train, a basketball, a soccer ball, and a Frisbee. He delights in anyting sports related, and requested Edward specifically, so I think he will be very happy. I even remembered wrapping paper.
After our outing, we took Ethan to school and came home and it was still only 9:45.
I did something fun yesterday. I read about this winter project in a magazine and decided to try it.
You take an old plastic tray (this one held mushrooms) and fill it half way with water, decorate it with *whatever* (I used fruit) and then freeze it with a ribbon on top, to hang outside.
It’s like a pretty stained glass window. I hung it outside with the birdfeeders.
It’s a drippy, foggy, wet, slushy day today.
Yes, the snow is melting a lot and the chickens ventured outside their coop. (I gathered eight eggs yesterday!) When I walk down later I will have to wear my rubber boots.
I read these two books to Seth and Sarah before their naptime.
“Mrs. Tittlemouse was a most terribly tidy particular little mouse, always sweeping and dusting the soft sandy floors.” The Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse
“Mrs. Tabitha Twitchit came down the garden and found her kittens on the wall with no clothes on.” The Tale of Tom Kitten
Children’s literature at it’s very finest!
They that seek the Lord shall not want any good thing. Psalm 34:10b
(so thankful for spot’s last picture::I love it)