A FEW weeks ago, our beloved cat, Greys, died. It was a horrible time—my husband and son were camping with my son’s Scout troop when Greys, who had kidney failure, became very ill.
I was heartsick when it became clear that Greys’s time was up. I had to make The Decision alone, and I was with him until the end.
When my husband let my son know, my son texted me, asking if I was OK.
“Not really,” I responded.
Soon after, I got another text: “We’re coming home.”
I found out later that my teenager, while at the camp, said to my husband, “Why are we still here? Mom just had to do a terrible thing by herself and we need to be with her.”
He was right. They came home and we were able to grieve the loss of our special kitty as a family.
Lisa Cianci / Orlando Sentinel