Pets

He knew more about animals than any veterinarian I've ever known as he was born and raised on a sheep farm.

Before he died in May of 2022 he told me, "You need to have that cat put down. He is sick!".

I thought he was just saying that given his own condition at the end of his life.

He was the one that adopted Andreas and Silver.

He was right too it seems.

This is such a difficult time in my life.

The way its going now, I'll be lucky if I don't lose the house given my own very serious health condition as stress activates multiple sclerosis. The money is going fast, very fast.

I need to stay alive to care for my other two remaining kitties, Silver (the brother of Andreas) and Missy, my precious black cat.

This is so difficult. I was so isolated caring for a man with dementia for the last 10 years of my life and here I am now alone with few friends.

I have no great reason to hang on other than the two cats I have left as the one sibling I have is too busy building a mansion for my very spoiled niece that has never had to work a day in her life. Well, lucky her. None of these last living relatives of mine care one bit about me and yes, it hurts, I will admit it.

And now this, the rather sudden death of Andreas or Mr. Andy as my husband called him.

This is too much for me tonight and I have a doctor's appt. tomorrow at 1:00 p.m.

What the hell did I do to deserve this crappy life of being all alone with no one?

What, if anything at all, am I worth?