Life of A Frazzled Mom

Houston was our 3 year old cat who last night decided that he would hang himself. We don't know what he did or how, but we walked into our son Zachary's room to put him to bed and Houston must of jumped from the window sill and got caught on a lanyard that was hanging on the wall right by the window. My heart hurts so bad for this cat. He was a great cat. My son is a mess. He feels one of the other two siblings did it, but no one did. It was purely accidental. I now understand how it feels to lose a pet- I have never lost one of my own, and it feels like losing a child. I am lost without his meowing and following me around to feed him. What I will miss the most is him waking me up to feed him at 5 am.

We had a burial service this morning for Houston and buried him underneath the birch tree in our backyard. Poor Houston- you will be missed!