It's September. I don't know why that realization hit me so hard. It's been 9 months.
Pinch me. It still feels like I'm dreaming.
Yeah I know. I struggle with this a lot. It seems like each year is passing by faster. This year has been fucked, but it still flew by so fast. Feels like March was just a couple of weeks ago.
It is thanks to relativity. When you're younger a year takes much more % of your existence and feels longer. When you're 10 that's 10% of your life. When you're 50 it's only 2% and seems to fly by way faster since you've already lived through so much.
It is, sadly, likely I will have to have my cat be put down. This is the worst year of my life. I am honestly not even sure if I want to continue anymore.
I’m sorry you’re going through that, Ruth. I can’t imagine how painful this is. Please feel free to PM if you want to vent or want someone to talk to. You can go through it and this awful period will pass.
It had to be done. It was all very fast. Irreversible kidney damage. He was my childhood pet. Almost every memory I have of my life, he was always there. In a way, my entire life orbited him. I feel like I cannot forgive myself for failing like this. And I don’t know how to go forward.