When I picked Petunia up from school, she informed me that her friends were very impressed that we had a funeral for our Stella. *smiles* Who knows what goes on in 6 and 7 year old brains?
Looking back at yesterday, I think Sharky and I handled it well. Everyone got to kiss her and say goodbye - both when she was alive, and after she passed. No one was forced to say goodbye or even touch her, but they all chose to anyway. We didn't want her death to be scary for the kids - I know in my heart, Stella would not have wanted that either. She was a gentle little cat (with a bit of spunk) and loved my kids.
I told mom on the phone today about me asking grandma for help yesterday and she agrees, that C's phone call was grandma at work. C was the perfect person to calm me down and get me ready for Stella to pass. It wouldn't have been right for me to be hysterical and sobbing. I still cried, hard to hold back the tears, but I could talk to Stella calmly and lovingly...
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