I suppose we all knew it was coming (she was 21 years old), but i've spent the whole day crying like a baby. I think it is the realization that when i go back to the states for Thanksgiving, Hilary the cat won't be there to greet me at the door. Dan (BF) has been really great, but he's down in London this week so I'm being a bit pathetic and plan to spend the night on the sofa with a glass of wine. He suggested I pop round and see some of his mates's wives but i think i'd jst wind up being a party pooper.
I know that living over in England means we can't be there with loved ones when little life events happen (good and bad), but this one is hitting me quite hard.