Didn't sleep well, woke up "Torbie's dead". Not a good way to start the day. Steadfast little Cleo was in the bed, though, purring and butting up against me. She can't replace Torbie but I am at least not alone in this.
It's just been a lot, losing Ron, losing my job, losing my aunt (moving), losing my cat, all in a year. I just want some peace and tranquility. Boredom. Not getting it. Going to do my God Time.
That's done. I'm sad on top of being depressed. I'm going to miss her a lot. She had a great life, I was so happy to get her out of that shelter. She had been there a month because no one wanted an older cat. I'm glad I took her we had a great time with her; she was a real consolation to Ron the last couple years.
But I feel like God keeps taking things away from me and that's hard.
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In this life, we WILL have troubles. ((Hugs))
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