Saturday, July 06, 2013
First, I'm getting a divorce. I got tired of waking up and finding my husband drunk. Second, my family are living in the duplex that we have a C.D. on. I don't want it so we all have to find somewhere else to live. To so easy to find a three bedroom apartment that would accept three cats. Forth and last, The most painful of all is this next week I have to take in my 14 yr. old cat and have her put down. The last one is the hardest on me. I raised my cat from a kitten and she has been my best friend. We've been through so much together. She's hiding, not touching her food, barely drinks, and is losing function of her bladder. She acts like she is in extreme pain and the look in her eyes tell me she is saying I love you and good-bye. The divorce is bad, but I'm having a harder time with having to put Joe-Leen down. My heart is breaking. When she isn't hiding I've been next to her side petting and talking to her.
It seems like it was only yesterday that she was leaping through the field to greet me from off the school bus. Or she woke up my biting my chin during a house fire. She was there with me through bad relationships, single life, and she always made herself apart of every family gathering. She would pick a chair at the table and sit on it and we would find another one for the person whose seat she took. She has been the one thing that has kept me going through the tougher times in my life. I'm dreading Monday with a passion. But I will be by her side the whole time like she has always been next to mine.
I'm doing my best to not become depressed, but it's not easy. I'm working on eat healthy, but then times come I feel like I just don't care.