DH is going to go to an auction in the morning, but I think he is tiring of the hunting as well.
Sad day, it has been coming for such a long time. He took DC to the vet for her final visit and didn't bring her back this time. Jack and Jill seem to notice that she's gone and Jack just keeps looking at us - accusingly or maybe he's afraid he will be next. It will be healthier for me because I am allergic, but it still hurts. She peed on the floor in front of the refrigerator and I knew it was time. I tried so hard to re-home her, but nobody wanted an old, senile cat that this last year couldn't find her way into the box every time.
I'm tired and really low, so I will say good night and go to bed for the first time in twenty-seven years without a cat wandering around the house. I hope I can sleep.