Squeak is starting to develop hind limb paralysis. He is slowly but surely losing the ability to control his back legs. He doesn't even really walk anymore, he PUSHES himself forward using what little strength he has left in them. I'm 100% sure that this - as well as his mammary tumor - was caused by my dad MASSIVELY over-feeding him and refusing ( Read more... )

I don't know, I'm not doing that great. My mood is getting progressively lower day by day, and my anxiety is starting to get out of control. Every night as I'm laying in bed, my heart starts pounding, and my thoughts just start racing through every possibility of anything that could go wrong, ever. It fully has taken me like 2+ hours to get to ( Read more... )

I'm okay right now. I'm doing really well in school, and I've managed to somewhat (for the time being) handle the problem with Brandon and the phone company, so we can talk, for now. But I can't help feeling like this is all going to be taken away from me. I feel like something really awful is going to happen. My dad is going to die, or Brandon and ( Read more... )

This is Casper.

Casper likes to eat metal.

My necklace is made of metal.

Casper is really sick and we're going to have to take him to the vet, but we can't take him in before next Thursday (when we get paid). I really, really hope he can hold on until then. We got new enrofloxacin this morning (with the last of our money), so I think he'll be able to make it until Thursday, hopefully, and actually -- I just remembered ( Read more... )

I really, really, really miss him. It hurts more than I can possibly describe to have to fall asleep every night without him in bed beside me. It's easier when we can talk because we get into a routine where his voice is the last thing I hear before I pass out, so he lulls me to sleep every night, and then when he has to get up early for work, he ( Read more... )

Man. Things with Brandon are like.. it's crazy, I'm just WAITING for something to happen so that we can start fighting like we did when we were 16. Everything is like.. just stereotypically blissful and perfect. When other people have complaints about their relationships, it's so hard for me to relate and empathize because.. I mean, I literally can ( Read more... )

Still alive, kinda. Haven't really had a whole lot of motivation or time to get online since Timmy passed. Between the cognitive behavioral therapy group and Brandon, I haven't really had a lot of time to spare. Not that it matters, apparently, since no one's called.

Be back soon, maybe.

Timmy's really sick. His lungs are over twice the size they should be, and Dr. Brown suspects that he may have congestive heart failure as well.

I feel like this is my fault. We spent $395 for a checkup, x-ray and medication today, but I don't care. I don't want him to suffer like some of the other ones did. I just wish that I could talk to Brandon ( Read more... )