Last month was mixed with sadness. We had to have our 17 year old furbaby put to sleep on 3/13. We got him as a tiny, black and white kitten (furball) from my aunt when we got married. I had hoped he would hang in there until my oldest son's 16th birthday (last week), and that he would go naturally... :(
I'm trying to not think of him too much because that's how I deal with it, but it brought back a lot of feelings and memories that I surpress regularly. I already wrote a little about it on my personal blog but if any Boomer friends have noticed my absence, that's why.
