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Ideal_Rock
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Thank you for the kind words. PSers are awesome people and I am thankful for your friendship.
I had a breakdown tonight. I've had 2 days to absorb the news and for the most part have been very busy, so haven't had a lot of time to really process what the vet said Friday night. It all kind of hit me tonight as I was making dinner. I started cleaning out our laundry closet, where the cat carriers are held, and got so angry at all the *junk* that was in there that I just started throwing things down/around and cursing. Meanwhile, I had a homemade pot pie in the oven... DH finally came into the room and looked at me very concerned. I finally just broke down and started crying, because it really hit me, that yes, I am going to have to go through caring for another cat that has cancer. And yes, I am going to lose yet another cat to this horrible disease. It's not fair and I am pissed off at the Universe. I burnt the pot pie, but DH ate it anyway, bless his heart.
I just don't understand. I know that bullshit about "God doesn't give you anymore than you can handle" and "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger", but I'm really starting to doubt it. I mean, if that's the case, I'm going to be able to lift a freakin' Mack truck after all this.
Why? Why? I'm not over losing EQ yet.
Hell, I still haven't gotten the memorial pendant and the memorial tattoo appt. isn't for another 3 weeks. It's too soon. I don't want to go through this all over again so soon....it's just too soon.
Thanks for letting me vent.
I had a breakdown tonight. I've had 2 days to absorb the news and for the most part have been very busy, so haven't had a lot of time to really process what the vet said Friday night. It all kind of hit me tonight as I was making dinner. I started cleaning out our laundry closet, where the cat carriers are held, and got so angry at all the *junk* that was in there that I just started throwing things down/around and cursing. Meanwhile, I had a homemade pot pie in the oven... DH finally came into the room and looked at me very concerned. I finally just broke down and started crying, because it really hit me, that yes, I am going to have to go through caring for another cat that has cancer. And yes, I am going to lose yet another cat to this horrible disease. It's not fair and I am pissed off at the Universe. I burnt the pot pie, but DH ate it anyway, bless his heart.
I just don't understand. I know that bullshit about "God doesn't give you anymore than you can handle" and "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger", but I'm really starting to doubt it. I mean, if that's the case, I'm going to be able to lift a freakin' Mack truck after all this.
Why? Why? I'm not over losing EQ yet.
Thanks for letting me vent.