She lived and then she died
That subject line is an exact quote from my 3 year old in regards to my 10 year old cat. I don't think I would have gotten through Friday in one piece if it weren't for that 3 year old. On the way home from the vet we both cried and then she said, "Mommy, we need tissues. Lots of tissues. Then we need to take deep breaths, lots of them. And calm down." Then she proceeded with her deep breathing.
All day she followed me with tissues, telling me that I needed to calm down. Sometimes she used the tissue before I did and all I could do was smile. She was right and, while I was hearbroken over the loss of a pet, M had it all down. I guess everything I said to her in the days leading up to this loss had really sunk in (isn't it always surprising to find out that they were listening and that they understand?). She kept reminding me that I was lucky to have loved Sammy The Cat for so long.
The next day, when her grandfather was taking us into Boston to see Annie (her first play and can I just tell you how proud I am of her for sitting through and loving it?!!?) she told him, "Grampa, Sammy The Cat is not coming home again. She lived and then she died."