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I just had Thanksgiving dinner at the nursing home down the street with my old folk friends. When I got home I asked my Mom where my kittens were and she said Jackson is in the garage so he won't get cold. I asked her where Brody was and she said she didn't know and just kept walking up to the door. So I stayed outside in the cold for 15 minutes looking for Brody. I finally decided to go in and my Mom walks up to me and says, "The reason you can't find Brody is because he got hit by a car earlier this morning. I found him when I came home from the Doctor." So my Mom let me stay outside yelling and looking for a cat that's dead. I cried because that was the sweetest cat in the world.
My Grandma isn't doing good at all. My Stepdad asked me tonight if I understood what's actually going on. I completely understand, yet I still don't sit with her or talk to her because I'm so upset. I did this when my Grandpa was dying and I regretted it so much, so why am I doing it again?
My Grandma isn't doing good at all. My Stepdad asked me tonight if I understood what's actually going on. I completely understand, yet I still don't sit with her or talk to her because I'm so upset. I did this when my Grandpa was dying and I regretted it so much, so why am I doing it again?