I already took my sleeping med......................and a tranquilizer, so this is short and NOT so sweet.
Jim and I spent the day out at the shop painting. I came in the door first and Tucker was on the couch NOT greeting us...........which usually means that they/he did something bad. Then I looked down on the living room floor and saw Phoebe laying there. For the most micro-est of seconds I could understand why she was laying on the floor in the living room as it is not something that she does!!!! Then a split second later I saw it. The blood on the carpet. The open mouth. The mauled body. The pieces of fur everywhere. The open wounds all over her body.
It was horrific and I totally lost it. I just screamed and grabbed her and would let her go. It was a half an hour later befre I would put her down. She had been dead for some time as rigor had set in and she was starting to come out of it.
I didn't handle it well................I was hysterical the whole time...........and, Jim, as usual, was everything. I finally put her in her bed and we took her out to the shed until Jim can bury her tomorrow.
She was the MOST BEAUTIFUL.........MOST LOVING cat EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What a horrible day.
