We were in the middle of the grocery store today. Walking down an aisle. After a long day of work. Yes! On a Sunday! When a thought occurs to me. I spoke with my mom last night and she told me that she had to put down her 18 year old cat. It was just time.
So I am in the grocery store with Ladybug after she has spent 9-5 in my office coloring and watching movies while I make a feeble attempt to catch up with some work, and I casually tell her that Alana died yesterday.
Really? How stupid could I be?
Yes, she burst into tears. I held her. Rocked her. As she wailed and cried that a part of her family had died.
Location. Location. Location.
Mean Mama
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At least you didn't tell her grandma killed the cat!
ReplyDeleteGood point. I was smart enough to not say that. Even though that is what technically happened.
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