A couple days ago I got a sympathy card in the mail from the vet. It was full of signatures, each once expressing sadness or comfort. After reading through half the messages I lost my sh*t completely.
Two weeks ago I took my cat, Mr. Kitty, to be euthanized. It was a very difficult decision. I know it was the right thing to do, he was very old and had been failing for too long; wobbly, confused. He was a very good cat, my first ever cat, my longest relationship (18 years).
Still, for days afterwards I was only one sad thought away from a landslide of tears. I held it together pretty well, until I opened that card.
I’m wrestling with the idea that it’s ridiculous to feel so sad about a cat when my own father is terminally ill and suffering. I remind myself that feeling sad about the cat doesn’t have anything to do with my Dad. I loved that cat. Of course I love my Dad. Feel your feelings, Aimee…and drink more water, or you’ll dehydrate.
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