Goodbye Nash

My 14-year-old cat Nash died last week while the boys and I were visiting my mom. She's been sick for awhile and had just seen the vet about two weeks earlier. He thought she would live a little while longer if we could get her hydrated. Apparently we didn't.

Bryon found her Friday morning, half in, half out of the crawlspace under our house. He said her eyes were closed so I hope she died in her sleep. She wasn't very active in our house anymore. In fact, she rarely left the kitchen. Still, when I was upstairs rocking Jake one afternoon this weekend, the house seemed kind of quiet and empty without her.