Why???
Yesterday my Dad shot Garfield while we were in Elgin. I can understand the reason why they wanted to put him to sleep but fucking god damn it!!! Why couldn't Mom tell me before we left so I could have at least said goodbye? I can not believe the heartlessness in that single incedent. ANd not only that but why shot him? Couldn't they at least have taken him to the fucking vet to be put to sleep?!!! I think he deserved that at least. I just can't believe he is gone. Yesterday after we were on our way fucking home Mom was sniffling in the car. I never even thought that it was Garfield. She just said "When we get home Garfield won't be there anymore." I was so pissed off at her! I asked her why she never said anything before we left. And she replied that she didn't want me to freak out. I told her I wouldn't have freaked out. Then Mom said "I can't do anything right" I shut up after that because I didn't want to blurt out about how pissed off I was at her. Damn it!!! It is not all about her all the fucking time!!! FUCK! SO I kept quite about how angry and depressed I was. When Mom started to cry when we were back at home I comforted her. I feel like we betrayed Garfield. I told him that day I took him to the vet that if won't give up then we wouldn't give up on him. Then Dad shoots him. I just feel like crying. In fact I did start today at work. I just kept on seeing this image of Dad holding the gun at Garfield while he sniffed around looking for someone. It was so real and it breaks my heart to think that this cat who was dear to our family was shot in the head like a prisoner of war. I just feel so depressed yet I cannot not cry. It hurts. And I can't really blame Mom or Dad for this. They did what they thought they had to do. But Mom screwed up by not telling us before we left. I never got to say goodbye.