Attempting to be a Super Mom

So, I've been wanting to say something. I've not said anything on social media of any sort.  This is something that has been eating at me, but I'm not sure I can even put into words how I'm feeling. I've typed and deleted and typed and deleted this so many times over the past couple of weeks.  I'm truly struggling. CJ, Ben, Andy, Aunt Marci, Grandpa Moose  Courtney, Grandpa Moose, Andy, me Grandpa Moose and Uncle John Growing up, we spent almost every weekend visiting my grandparents.  During the summer, my parents would go away to a bowling tournament and we'd go stay with our grandparents. Me, Grandma Pat, Courtney, Grandma Holt  Grandpa Holt and Grandpa Moose Both my mom's side of the family and my dad's side of the family seemed to get along well so for every family event and holiday the whole family always seemed to be there. My Grandma Pat (my dad's mom) got really sick the summer before I went in...

This evening our sweet little Petty went to Kitty Heaven.  The cancer had spread to her brain, causing her to have odd behaviors.  The tumor in her mouth, or the side of her face, had pulled down her ear canal on that side and caused her eye to twitch, which the vet said caused constant vertigo.  The cancer had also spread to her intestines causing her to loose control of her bowels and bladder and she was bleeding internally.  While she didn't appear to be suffering, there is no way that she wasn't.  We sadly had to have her put down. Yes, I'm meowing at her in the video.  Sometimes she would answer when you would do that, but she would always come to you. She was such a cute little love bug.  I named her Perpetua, from the Bridget Jones movies, and later we shortened it to Petty, just because we are a family of nicknames.  I remember when we first got her and she was so tiny.  She looked like a lemur and she was all black with a cou...