I had to give my cat away yesterday. My roommate moved out, and I gave my cat to him, since he's in a better position to take care of Jordan. This was a very tough decision, and I still think it's the right one, but it absolutely tore me up yesterday. I was devastated, and had several sobbing jags. The house seems so empty now.
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Aw, Sean. So sorry.
I'm sorry, Sean.
I need a nap. I was social with a group of neighbors yesterday and drank more than usual. Yawn.
Sympathies, Sean.
Oh, Sean, how hard.
I keep seeing (illusory) movement out of the corner of my eye, and expect it to be him slinking through the room.
On the up side, I'm doing a deep cleaning on the house, and for the first time I can remember, the floors are not instantly refilling with fur and crumbly little bits of clay.
Oh, Sean. How much love that takes. It's so tough. I am sorry you are going through this.
Sean, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, Sean. Sometimes, the best choice for their care is the hardest damn thing in terms of what you'd want.
Going home for lunch ostensibly saves money, but now I'm taking an hour lunch and struggling to get up and go back to work. Maybe I should have gone for banh mi instead.
Semi-relatedly, my hip is killing me and Candy Cane Joe Joes are still my peppermint crack.