After a really hard and awful decision, I decided to put Calico & Tiger to sleep today. Calico had lost so much weight over the last few weeks (though I had been so busy with William, I hardly paid her much attention at all) and was having liquid diarrhea all over the house. I thought it was just her, but it turned out Tiger was having liquid diarrhea too, and it was clearly painful for him to have a movement. Both of the cats had trouble lying down (it took them a while and it looked painful/uncomfortable), and neither was eating very well, especially Calico. It was so sad. I gave them deli meats and treats and tried to talk to them, to apologize for having ignored them over the past number of months and to tell them that I love them. I took Tiger outside, to give him a chance to have a nice experience, and he walked around the front yard from one side to the other, and chased a mormon cricket. Seeing him outside like that, and seeing that his weight was pretty good and his coat was shiny and soft, it made it even sadder to say goodbye because he seemed so okay and normal. I decided not to take Calico outside because she was so fragile, really, I didn’t think she would particularly want to go. I put them in the carrier and Darryl went with them to the vet. Afterwards, we buried their little bodies with the red blankets that were their cat beds and some toys by the side of our house. I can’t believe how much I miss them, and I feel awful because I had been neglecting them pretty much ever since I’d gotten pregnant, and especially in the last few months.