Saying Goodbye to Paisley

Good morning. It's been a mixed bag of emotions this week. It started off with my having to have Paisley euthanized on Monday. She had been dealing with pancreatitis for some time but had been getting along well with no problem with her appetite, but it was only a matter of time. That time came on Sunday evening/Monday. She had her own room and when I went into feed her Monday morning I didn't see her. It's a small room so she couldn't go very far. I looked around and found her curled up under the large food storage shelving unit I have in there. I knew then that it was time to let her go. She was just two months shy of her 19th birthday, the oldest cat I've ever had. She's now been reunited with her brother Chancey and her other step-siblings that have gone before. She was one of  so many rescues that I've had. A Russian Blue and so beautiful, sweet, and loving. She is missed every day. I still find it hard to believe that she's not in her room whenever I go by or have to go in there for something. Rest in Peace, my beauty.

The good part of the week is that my Monarch butterflies have finally returned. I've been looking at my Milkweed almost daily and seeing nothing and then yesterday, I started counting little caterpillars. I had to go back to the nursery to get more plants because there were so many caterpillars (about 60 or more). I knew they would eat up those original plants in no time at all and would need some backup food. I think the summer was too hot for them and they made their way farther north. Now they are on the south route back to Mexico for the winter.