Oh now, so sorry Sail ~ma and purrs and hugs (if you want them)

Thanks, all. I appreciate the kind thoughts like you wouldn't believe. I do think it was the best thing to do for Elliot, but it's still really hard to let go. This is the first time I've been catless in 16 years. It's a bit of a shock not having an excited pet greet me at the door the way I've been used to. At least I got to get out and give him a nice send off with friends, tonight. I drank a Gumballhead beer (named after a comic book cat) in his honor. We all tipped a glass to him and bid him a good passing.

I like Gumballhead. What a tough day, Sail.

That's a very hard day, Sail. You did the kindest thing but it's so hard.

I'm sorry, Sail

I'm so sorry, Sail. Much love and peace to you.

Oh Sail, I'm sorry about your sweet Elliot.

I'm so sorry, Sail.

ION, my body seems intent on completely falling apart today. I've strained muscles and dislocated joints doing the stupidest things. Just pulled a muscle in my neck while trying to plug my cell phone into the charger. I'm doing that 30 day ab challenge thing, and I've only done about half the stuff for it that I'm supposed to do today, but I'm not doing the rest, because I'm sure I'll end up hurting something else.

Nora, I also tried the New Belgium Snapshot, which I liked better than the Gumballhead (still a good beer, but I was more in the mood for the Snapshot.) I can be a little iffy about wheat beers, but Snapshot really stood out to me as head and shoulders over most. Nice citrusy-tart finish that just kept my mouth all happy and perky.

I took a day trip to some caves in Iowa with friends, yesterday, to get myself out of the condo and my own head. We attempted to spelunk a little, but none of the smaller (only had to bend in half, no crawling on knees or I would have been so out of there) tunnels led to anything of great significance. Still a lot of fun. We walked a lot of trails, too, mainly up to various levels of the bluffs to overlooks that I refused to get any too close to as, along with being afraid of really small spaces, I don't much like heights either. Afterwards, we stopped at a pub where I tried out Young's Double Chocolate Stout that had the creamiest, chocolatey, foamy head on it that I've ever had. It was like drinking a stout milkshake almost.

Getting out helped my mood a lot. I'm thinking I may have to go take in a movie, today, to do the same thing. Keep myself busy, so I don't keep thinking sad, sad, sad.

Hil, it sounds like you're doing exactly what you need to do; you know your body best. If it turns out taking 60 days instead of 30, that's no bad thing.

Sail, I'm sorry about Elliot. It's so hard, even though it's the right thing to do.