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2010 has already been the worst year ever.
New Year's Day, at 9am, I was informed my cat Louie - my comrade for almost 17 years - had passed on. He was almost 18 years old, and a god damned champion. I loved him with my whole heart. Best cat in the world. I'll never forget him.
I spent New Year's day in bed sobbing, not celebrating.
Soon after that, my landlords stormed into my apartment at 330 in the morning with cops for "threatening to call a plumber." I'm sorry - the shower we've been asking them to fix for six months starting leaking onto exposed wires. A plumber was necessary.
Now, the landlord is trying to make us pay extra rent because she let someone out of our lease.
We're looking for a new place.
It's almost impossible to find.
Fucking kill me.
We need to be in an EXACT part of town for an EXACT rent with aN EXACT pet policy....it's a bitch.
Sam...Sam has what's called "Happy Tail" speaking of pets. In essence - he wags his tail too much and has split it. So, we either have to figure out how to keep a bandage on his tail...or get it shortened surgically. Yeah.
And I get a call yesterday morning from my mom - who is the assistant manager of my veterinary group - with Peachy and Sam's test results. Peachy is heartworm positive, and I'm beating myself up. She has been on preventative since we got her. I don't know how she could have gotten it.
And I'm worried. Heartworm, if not treated soon enough and effectively enough, is fatal. I couldn't handle anything happening to her.
Also, did I mention, I'm sick as hell and my dad has pneumonia? Yeah.
2010, fuck you.
New Year's Day, at 9am, I was informed my cat Louie - my comrade for almost 17 years - had passed on. He was almost 18 years old, and a god damned champion. I loved him with my whole heart. Best cat in the world. I'll never forget him.
I spent New Year's day in bed sobbing, not celebrating.
Soon after that, my landlords stormed into my apartment at 330 in the morning with cops for "threatening to call a plumber." I'm sorry - the shower we've been asking them to fix for six months starting leaking onto exposed wires. A plumber was necessary.
Now, the landlord is trying to make us pay extra rent because she let someone out of our lease.
We're looking for a new place.
It's almost impossible to find.
Fucking kill me.
We need to be in an EXACT part of town for an EXACT rent with aN EXACT pet policy....it's a bitch.
Sam...Sam has what's called "Happy Tail" speaking of pets. In essence - he wags his tail too much and has split it. So, we either have to figure out how to keep a bandage on his tail...or get it shortened surgically. Yeah.
And I get a call yesterday morning from my mom - who is the assistant manager of my veterinary group - with Peachy and Sam's test results. Peachy is heartworm positive, and I'm beating myself up. She has been on preventative since we got her. I don't know how she could have gotten it.
And I'm worried. Heartworm, if not treated soon enough and effectively enough, is fatal. I couldn't handle anything happening to her.
Also, did I mention, I'm sick as hell and my dad has pneumonia? Yeah.
2010, fuck you.