They always say bad things happen in three's I've heard. I hope that is true, because I don't think I can stand for another crappy thing to happen this week. 1st: On Sunday, my fiance Rob & I saw a house we liked in the listings our realtor friend sent us earlier that day, so we made an appointment with her for Monday at 6:30 to look at the house. Monday night I was about to leave work when I saw an email from her telling us that the house has been off the market for sometime now, the listing agent just never removed it from the MLS. We were quite angry about that, we were excited to look. Earlier the day before, we had found out the first house we wanted to look at was already under contract, so we thought we'd actually get to see this one. 2nd: I was hunting down the recreation department's number for the Charleston parks so I could apply for a permit to get married at White Point Gardens/the Battery. That is the place I've wanted to be married at since December 2005 - the first time I visited it. At the bottom of the page, it said that White Point Gardens and Waterfront Park (a 2nd option), were limited to 25 attendees, including bride and groom, due to city ordinance. But it is a public park, so I'm not understanding this! If 100 people can randomly walk through the park, why can a wedding have no more than 25?! I called Rob to tell him about this, and he sounded really upset. Which brings me to the 3rd crappy event in 2 days. 3rd: Our 14 yr old cat, Tigger passed away this morning at the vet's office. Rob started to cry while telling me, and said he actually wasn't going to let me know until later because everytime he mentions it, he cries a bit. Plus, we both were at work. She went into cardiac arrest and they couldn't save her. They said she was responding well to the I-131 treatment (why we brought her there yesterday), she was eating well, excreting without a problem. Her radiation-roommate was also a cat named Tigger, who was 16. They said our Tigger was calm, collected, and very well behaved while she was there. They took x-rays when she began breathing funny, and noticed a lot of fluid around her lungs. They tried to drain some of it, but that was when she went into cardiac arrest. They attributed the fluid to heart disease or possibly a cancer that has gone unnoticed. We get her back in 80 days, they have to let the radiation go down. I'm in disbelief. I cry just thinking about how she will not be waiting for us ever again. She was Rob's baby-kitty, he's had her since 1993. I feel guilty because she was so happy and loving and alive on Monday when we brought her to the vet. We just said bye and we'd see her Friday or Saturday, with a nice scratch on the head. This wasn't supposed to happen to her. I really hope things start looking up soon. I feel so drained. I left work at 11am. Luckily everyone understands why and urged me to leave. I had offers left and right for people to finish what I was doing in the lab so I could go. I just want to lay down and bawl with Rob. I know he is trying to be strong and hold himself together, but I know as soon as we get home he will probably just let it go, she meant so much to him. It hurts so much, I've almost forgotten how badly, it's been a little over 4 years since the last time I dealt with one of my fur-babies dying. And it hurts to see Rob hurting so much. Everything just sucks so much right now.