My cat Tobi is wandering around our apartment meowing. This might not seem strange, but its 3 in the afternoon. He hasn’t been awake at 3pm……well, ever. I know how Tobi feels. I feel like like I’m wandering around this way too quiet apartment wondering the same thing Tobi is. “Where is Abner!?”

K and I put our little boy to sleep on Sunday. He was sick and suffering, and it was just going to get worse. I sat next to my sweet wife while she held Abner as the vet gave him the injection, and watched our beautiful, brave, boy slip off to make someone else in eternity as happy as he made us.

I was surprised that Karen wanted to be there at all, let alone hold him while it was happening. When I asked her about it, she recalled countless stories over the years of her in tears on the couch. Abner always came darting through the house to be close to her and cuddle with her if it was one of the rare times that he wasn’t within 2 centimeters of her already. He loved her like I’ve never seen a pet love someone in my life. It was her turn now to hold Abner. Karen’s strong hands were the last thing that Abner felt, and that’s how it should have been.

There have been lots of tears this weekend, and I’m sure more to come. Abner, you were very loved and you not being here with us is truly heartbreaking. We will always love you sweet boy.