The comfort of her purr and the feel of little paws walking on my leg in the bed tonight is more precious than I could have ever imagined.
The hardest part about being a grown up is dealing with everyone else’s grown up feelings.
I’m so tired of losing my pets and living this heartache over and over, but I am so thankful I have been blessed with the time to be there for each of them when they have needed me most. That time is very near for my dear Ellie May, and even though it hurts I am glad that it is now and I have this chance to love her the best I can before saying goodbye.
All it takes is one page about stray ghost kitties saving the veterinarian who saved them to get me blubbery and choked up over a book that I haven’t really liked that much.
My mom says that Ellie has stopped eating. Guess who probably gets to put their last family pet down on the only vacation she has for a year? This fucking sucks. I don’t want to keep doing this.