I'm not going to quote the poem here as I'll break down (just do a search) but I need to get this out.

My beloved pet of nearly 15 years has passed on.

Beau, my Russian Blue / Grey Tabby mix stayed home while we came to Canada for Christmas. Beau was diabetic but with diet and medication was doing quite well for a cat of 15. A family member (who has done this many times before) was taking care of him while we're away.

On Saturday there was a horrid accident with Beau's medication and he had to be put to sleep Sunday morning. We weren't even able to be there to say good-bye. That cat and I predate my marriage and we've been through thick and thin together. I am beside myself.

I'm going through anger, guilt and denial (I'm REALLY good at the last one) but tomorrow we start the trip home to the states and Saturday will arrive to an empty house.

I knew this day would come but I was not expecting it this way.

Thanks for letting me vent.