if you use the bible as an excuse towards being anti gay dont forget that:
- torn clothes (like ripped jeans)
- wearing clothing made from 2 different fabrics
- cutting your hair
- and working on Sundays
are all listed as abominations in the bible as well
I live with the most hateful and tactless people I’ve ever seen. Go ahead and tell me more about how Bear is suffering and should be put down now without waiting for the pathology results. These are the same people that carried out the funeral arrangements for their own son without my mother and aunt being included. They don’t know how to deal with death, and it’s something that is obvious whenever there’s events like this. Still no apology or acknowledgment that I was right about taking him to the vet. They would have just let him die at home in agony, or worse, they would try to put him down themselves. At least this way he won’t have a prolonged, messy death. The same awful things were said when Benny was dying. They won’t admit any fault at all. If they’d tested him sooner, actually taken him to the very instead of just watching and commenting on his decline, this wouldn’t have happened. If I could go the rest of my life without talking to either of them, I would. I hate them both right now, and just want to be left alone to mourn. Again.I should care about the fact that they are sad about this too, and she wants to come with us when he is put to sleep, but it’s hard to be sympathetic when such things are said. Just hearing her voice makes me cringe, and I just want a few hours where no one talks to me.
Nobody teaches you how to let go when a loved one is dying. No one teaches you how to quit being sad. No one teaches you how to be poor and at the mercy of others’ generosity. No one teaches you how to stop being angry about it.
The house is lonely without Bear. He usually comes upstairs for catnip around this time.
My 12 year old cat Bear had to be admitted to the vet for the weekend. He’s dehydrated and likely has cancer.
Always knew the day would come when the end would approach, but it makes it no less painful. It was only six months ago Benny died. I’m so tired of losing the only things I care about.
I feel like a good screaming/crying fit would do me a world of good, but I don’t remember how to start. Which is part of the problem.