It's 4:00am and I'm wide awake with only 2 1/2 hours of sleep. Still on Ireland time.
The minute I walked in the door last night at 6:30pm I called the vet to see how the girls were. They were doing fine but Cerise had developed a constipation problem over the weekend and was being treated for it. Then 1 1/2 hours later, after hours, the vet called saying I should come right away to see Cerise and possibly take her home as she'd taken a turn for the worse that afternoon. Well, when I got there I could tell it was "time" and I had to put her down. They were so afraid she wouldn't make it through the night. I was just destroyed! My little blue-eyed baby girl had hung on just long enough for me to get home to say our goodbyes. I brought Lilly home with me then rather than going back today to get her. Poor thing. She's walking around crying and I swear she's looking for Cerise too. The whole trip I was preparing myself for this just in case. In fact when I dropped them off the day before we left I said my goodbyes to her "just in case". My little girl gave me 17+ years of much love and happiness. I know Binky was there to greet her at thebridge and now they are both together again romping around in the green fields like when they were kittens.