Good Friday, very quiet.

Quiet around here.

When we put Eva down, we did not stay like we did with Candi.
I kissed her good bye and left the room before they administered the muscle relaxer.
David peeked in and said she curled up like she was sleeping- I couldn't look.
We left before they put her down.

I know we did the right thing.  It was obvious she was having breathing issues.
I don't think she was able to sleep more than 10-15 minutes at a time before she would wake gasping for breath.
I am rationalizing that it was better to do it a day too early rather than a day too late.
I hope we did not keep her in any pain by keeping her around longer than we should have.
I hope she was able to relax and was not frightened.
I hope she understood that we loved her and will miss her.

David's routine is broken a bit.
Not sure how he is really coping.
He was there at her beginning (birthed her) and end.  Must be a very emotional thing.

I have my moments.
Tears come and go- not a big sob (unlike Candi, where I was more of a mess).

It will be a little while before the sense normalcy returns.
(Rather, a new normalcy without pets.)