Well, Crap.

A friend of a friend killed himself last night. And today, we made the decision to put Ebony down.

We're not taking her to the Vet's though, because we saw how scary it was for Cricket. Cricket was put down last year, and even though my parents were there, it was still scary for him because he hated the Vet's. So we've decided to give Ebony an overdose of children's tylenol. My mom did it before with our rabbit Peter a long time ago, and it was a lot more pleasant for him. He died at home, where he was loved, and my brother held him after. I'd rather that be the case than her at the Vet's scared. When we brought her in to get fluids yesterday, we hoped that it'd help, but she went downhill too far, too fast, and we figure her kidneys have failed. So, yeah. Now we have a dying cat, and we're going to let her pass with dignity, and no pain, and at home where she's loved. Still, hard to deal with. We've had Ebony since she was three months old, and she just turned 19 a few months ago. She's actually older than my friend Sammie.

I have a lot of good memories of Ebony, but the last year and change has been very, very hard on her. Her quality of life is gone, and she's just not happy anymore. It's best this way, but that doesn't take away the sting of her passing. Not by a long shot.

Tomorrow, I think.