sometimes you don't always know what to say or what to do as a parent. you don't always get it right, that's for sure.

on the way to church yesterday the boys and i saw a kitty in the middle of the road. i noticed that it was hanging its little head but i didn't think it was dead. we stopped and i saw blood on the ground but the kitty was still alive--cold and shivering but alive.

we brought it home (missing church) and bundled it up in some towels by the fireplace. it immediately started to purr so i thought maybe it would be ok. i started thinking about what we would do with it after it recovered. we got it all warmed up and let it sleep. when it woke up, it was a whole different kitty. its eyes were huge and glazed over and it was running into things and falling down. i'm not sure what happened, but the poor thing was looking really bad.

and it made both boys cry.

jamie's brother the vet came out and told us the kitty had a broken pelvis or hip and most likely some brain damage. he also said it would be best if he just put it to sleep.

and that made both boys cry.

we decided to give it the night. this morning the kitty was way worse. i don't think its going to make it...

and both boys have been crying since school got out. little j actually cried himself to sleep. sigh.

i know picking the kitty up off the road was the right thing to do, but i didn't think about the repercussions of its death. we told them all the things you tell kids about pets dying, but it all sounds kind of hollow.

dang. big j is right. the person that hit that kitty and kept on driving is an idiot.