Well our cat Zoe died today in a rather tragic way. I was removing a matted hair clump from her back and when done she ran off however only about two feet. Lucas was nearby but she curled a bit and then began convulsions. I had placed her in her basket as Marie quickly researched what was going on. It was either an epileptic seizure or embolism. The seizure were not passing after ten minutes so we resigned to take her to the vet. However during this time while I was holding Zoe from convulsing everywhere, she died in my hands. To say the least Marie is very upset since it was her cat of 13 years (91 years old). I am scarred I think from the experience of having her die in my hands and then burying her where our new flower box will be. I plan to do something nice there and found it appropriate. However not a nice start to the day before heading out to Halifax.