Well after the week from hell we are both feeling drained, emotional and generally a bit all over the place. If things really do come in threes then it's our time to move on and start to have a better time of it. I miss Rufus so much and can hardly believe he isn't here anymore but I know I have to cope and yesterday Jasper mimicked a movement that only Rufus has ever done and I have to believe that that was his sign to tell me he was ok.
OH's little bro is OK... he has had 2 lots of surgery and a plate put into his leg but it could have been so much worse... It was pure luck it was only a break and we are thankful for that.
I went to my gorgeous godson's christening yesterday which was just lovely and began today by going to the shop to get some lovely new frames and some of the pictures on my computer developed. I now have lovely frames on my wall celebrating the lives of both Layla, Rufus and my lovely Oscar and Jasper. They are such lovely piccies and I know my baby would want me to remember him as that cute little kitten exploring in the snow just a week before he passed. The pain is just awful but I want to remember him with a smile and I know the tears will get less and less in time.
The most positive news of all is that we are definately going to be welcoming Monty, our elderly foster cat into our family. He's been to the vets for some more bloods today and we're hoping the results will mean he is healthy enough to have his thyroid removed on Thursday- I will keep you posted on whether or not it goes ahead and then how he gets on. Once he's recovered from his op (if it goes ahead) I will need to let him recover and then the introductions will begin!
Rufus could often be found at the door of the spare room trying to get in and play with Monty so I know he would be pleased that he was becoming one of the family.
