Nov 01, 2019 20:51
So...unless you've got a strong stomach, don't read this entry.
I found Charlotte. Dead.
Axl had put her in the bucket I use to keep the cat food in, closed the lid, and she had been in there for four days.
She stank...so damn bad. Blood. Urine. The smelliest nasty thing ever.
I cried. Screamed. Tore at my hair... couldn't look at my son for nothing.
Logan had to take a walk after I buried Charlotte. And of course, my girls are home too, so now they know about Charlotte's untimely death too.
Axl's been in a flummox since we found Charlotte. Getting him to bed has been near impossible tonight.