Let's pretend this Christmas didn't happen...

So....I've been off of work for the last two weeks so I know I have no room to complain, but.........I DON'T WANNA GO BACK!!

I feel like I have been so unproductive, but then again I usually am on my days off. lol.

My typical day on this break began at about 11 am. Yup....slept in almost every day!! Whoop Whoop! Then I proceeded to go downstairs and lay on the couch under the warm blanket until about 1. Then a quick meal, the gym, and then home to make some dranks and get right back under that blanket. Then a movie and movie snacks with the hubsters at night. Not too shabby!!

Christmas was ehhh, ok...if you follow my Instagram page you might have seen the awful ordeal we went through. Mike had been planning my Christmas present for weeks and I was super excited because he was so giddy over it. He just knew I would love it and it would be perfect and it totally was...

Christmas morning I opened a box with a litter box and a note. The note was from my new kitten Boo, explaining what he had gone through in order to become mine. Boo spoke of how many kittens daddy had looked for to find the perfect one because he knew how perfect Boost was to mommy. And he said daddy knew mommy would fall in love with him as soon as she saw him. He was right. My Christmas kitten was puurrrrfect.

We were really careful with the dog because the only thing Rosco and Boost used to do was chase each other around the house. We tried to keep them behind closed doors so they could just smell each other for a while. I did notice, however, that all Christmas Day Boo was scared of every single noise he heard. We took him to Mom's and then kept him in the office with the door shut for the night. We had wanted to try out the dog gate and see if that would give him his privacy but let Rosco check in on him without getting too close.

The morning after Christmas I woke up to go check on him. He was sleeping perfectly on his blanket and we cuddled for a while. Then I decided to check out the dog gate and see if he would try to get out. I watched him from down the hall for about 5 minutes. He never even came close to the gate and didn't seem to pay it any mind, so I went to wake up Mike. 

Some time between me leaving Boo and the 5 minutes it took for me to get Mike up Boo had managed to figure out how to get over the gate, down the hall, and was standing in front of our door when we opened it. Rosco, who was the first one out, clearly chased him down the hall. He never got to Boo, but Boo started acting really wierd and throwing himself all over the place. 

I picked up Boo and realized something was really wrong. He was barely breathing and definitely unresponsive. Luckily, one of my besties from college is a vet so I called her while trying to give him kitty CPR. Fortunately, she gave it to me straight up. Boo, being so little, just couldn't deal with being scared that much. She figured something must have been wrong before we even got him. Something no one would have known. 

She told me to rock him like a baby and try to calm him down, but being straightforward, she also told me that he probably would not pul out of it. So, I rocked him and kissed him, nuzzled him and shushed him, and eventually he took his last breath and died right in my arms. 

24 hours. That's all I had with him. But he stole my heart.

Mike and I buried him with his blanket and the Christmas bow he had been playing with since I first saw him. We wrote our goodbyes on the box, put another bow on the outside, and gave him one last kiss. Then we cried. a lot.

So, needless to say Christmas break was a little difficult. It literally took me longer than I even knew him to stop crying over him. It still upsets me talking about it. I'm just so thankful that we were able to be there when he died, rather than have him die in a shelter. I just wish we had the chance to give him a better life.

Although we had some high points, they were a little overshadowed by our ordeal. So, for now, I'm going to just pretend this Christmas didn't happen and try to remember the good parts of my break. Those of which I will try to get to, on another day. One where I haven't just redepressed myself. :)