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Eh, life's not very up and up right now. With my grandmother here recovering from hip surgery, I never have any time alone now. My dad's sick and my mom's running back and forth taking care of everything, working late hours.
What's worse is the state of one of our cats. We own four house cats, but also take care of four regular strays, two of which have warmed up to us (Tabby and Boots). Well, we got Boots caged and sent off to get fixed, which all went well enough. He's been staying in our garage the entire time of his recovery so we can feed and watch over him. Though his injuries and surgery procedure have healed up nicely, he's listless, weak, and fading. We think his kidney might be failing him, and he's got cat fever. I can't describe how sad it is to go outside and give him attention, hearing his pathetically weak meows mixed with happy forced purrs as he struggles to breath. Watching something slowly dying in front of you that was just up and normal more than a week prior, it's almost too much to bear. I can't stand the thought of something like this happening to an innocent creature; I hate doing something enjoyable in the house when I know he's out there attempting to stay alive. It's heart wrenching.
Needless to say, all of this plus the downward state of the economy with constant bad news.. these things affect me in a strong way. It's all created a depressing air around here.
What's worse is the state of one of our cats. We own four house cats, but also take care of four regular strays, two of which have warmed up to us (Tabby and Boots). Well, we got Boots caged and sent off to get fixed, which all went well enough. He's been staying in our garage the entire time of his recovery so we can feed and watch over him. Though his injuries and surgery procedure have healed up nicely, he's listless, weak, and fading. We think his kidney might be failing him, and he's got cat fever. I can't describe how sad it is to go outside and give him attention, hearing his pathetically weak meows mixed with happy forced purrs as he struggles to breath. Watching something slowly dying in front of you that was just up and normal more than a week prior, it's almost too much to bear. I can't stand the thought of something like this happening to an innocent creature; I hate doing something enjoyable in the house when I know he's out there attempting to stay alive. It's heart wrenching.
Needless to say, all of this plus the downward state of the economy with constant bad news.. these things affect me in a strong way. It's all created a depressing air around here.