Today we went to our town's 100th Birthday party. It was western themed so we broke out the boys jeans and plaid shirts and Bea got to wear her cowboy hat and boots.
Newman passed away in my arms today. This is one of the last pictures of him alive. By the end he was very weak. I put him on a pillow in the sun. I loved this cat with everything I had. We had a bond that I've never felt with a pet before. It takes my breath away when I remember he's gone.
He gave me so many gifts in the 10 years we were together. And on his last day he gave me even more. He let me know it was absolutely his time to go. There is no second guessing or worrying if I made the right choice or not. He also gave me a few final hours together. I got to pet him and tell him how much I loved him. We have started jokingly referring to our other cats as "not Newman". Because that's exactly what they are. Not Newman. There will never be another Newman.
We had to bundle up today. It got into the 50s! Brrrrr. No worries by the time we got to where we were going (20 minutes later) it was back up to the 70s. But we had an excuse to wear our winter gear.