Last Friday, less than 3 weeks from closing on a super cute house, my mortgage broker called and told me she'd screwed up. She had mistakenly approved me to buy before selling my current house. Unless I get an offer on my townhouse this week, the deal will fall through. All the time and energy I've spent house hunting since January has been for naught, not to mention the more than $1,000 I've spent on inspections and earnest money payments.
On Tuesday, my sweet little cat Monica was diagnosed with cancer. Yesterday I got the grim news that there's no way to treat it. (She has pet insurance so I was willing to try almost anything.) She has gotten so sick so fast, it's hard to believe. Today will be her last day with us. If she doesn't pass on her own, I have arranged for a veterinarian to come to the house tonight. I wanted Monica's last hours to be spent at home and not taking a stressful car ride to the vet clinic where she'd sit in a metal cage till they got to her.
Last night I put her paw prints on a couple of picture frames and made clay paw print ornaments for each of the pets. I have decided to have her cremated and will bury her ashes under a new tree at the new house...whenever that happens.
