
I took Lincoln to the vet after school today. Emily went with me because she had to, I had no where to leave her. The news was grim. Lincoln was so sick, he was needing to be hospitalized or put down. He could hardly walk anymore due to his lack of eating. The vet and I had several discussions, made a few phone calls and decided I had to have him put to sleep. They said he might not even make it through the hospitalization and that it would cost over $1000.
Emily had not ever experienced this sort of thing. We sent her to the waiting room to pick a toy for him to be buried with (her idea) and the vet didn't want her to be in there. She came back and when it was over, we put him in a box, she carried him to the car to bring home to bury in the backyard.
It is ironic that just the night before in the car, we had a discussion on graves/memorial sites we see along roadsides where people have died from auto accidents. She wanted to take the flowers from one and we explained to her that the person that put them there would be hurt if she did that, because it is a special memorial for them. We recommended that she put flowers at one of those sites someday because that would make someone happy. We related the story to where Robbie is buried and how he has a gravestone and flowers. Nick and I were amazed that she rationalized all this from seeing a bouquet on the motorcycle trip previously with her grampa.
Her and I came out to go home (Lincoln in box in her hands) and the battery of the car was dead. So I drove to the auto parts store and she said she was NOT going in WITHOUT Lincoln. So into the auto parts store we went, box in hand with Lincoln, to have the man come out and test the battery so I could buy a new one. She walks in, and gently puts the box up on the counter. Announces she has to go pee and tells the man Lincoln is in the box.
As I stood outside telling the auto repair guy the story, he chuckled, apologized, by then I was chuckling because to see this 7 year old in the back seat, holding this box with a dead cat in it, it was priceless.
Now one last thing, she did tell me, and one day I will tell her this as she walks down the isle to be married, she said granny - you have lost your mind to have chosen to have Lincoln put down and not hospitalized. Someday, I will have to explain it better to her. Right now, I just wipe the tears, hold her close, continue to tell her NO we cannot take one of those black kitties home from the vets lobby they are giving away and hope she will forgive me for making the choice I had to.
It was a tough day! BUT I HAVE HAD WORSE! P.S. Emily was the one who helped me get his middle name of Folger.