tragedy comes in threes.
meet cc. he's basically the love of my life. i got him when i was 7 and he was about 4 months old. so we've grown up together. he was about 15 years old. i knew he was old but you can't prepare yourself for that. he died 3 fridays ago. anyone who's ever loved a pet understands how traumatic it can be. i didn't ever consider myself an emotional person. i've found that to be wrong over the past 3 weeks.
meet oreo. i got her about 3 years after i got cc. so i still kinda grew up with her. i edited me out of the picture because it was during braces and before hair straightners. she was all i had left after cc died. 2 fridays ago (a week after cc died) she went missing. so in 1 week i lost both of my very loved cats. i made missing posters and put them up all over the neighborhood. i still haven't given up on her, but her chances aren't very good. i get up at least 10 times a night to look on the back porch to see if she's come back. also, very traumatic for me.
so by this point i'm so emotionally drained, i can't stand to look on the porch and not see a cat. so i decide to go to the animal rescue league to adopt one. and have oreo a sibling for when/if she comes home.
meet newman. i wanted a grown male cat. i found a beautiful siamese mix with the prettiest blue eyes i've ever seen. he was the first cat we played with. i left the rescue league and went to the other shelter in jackson (C.A.R.A.). then i went to a man's house that was trying to get rid of some cats. in the whole day i probably played with 30+ cats. but i couldn't stop thinking of those blue eyes. i was at the rescue league when it opened the next morning to adopt him. i've always been a fan of paul newman's dead sexy blue eyes, so i named him newman. my whole family loves him and i told everybody about him. so 1 friday ago (one week after oreo goes missing/yesterday) i take him to the vet for his meet-the-vet and physical. just a routine thing. the vet tells me he has feline aids. it's very contagious to other cats and he could die from the common cold. there are other cats in my neighborhood and i can't risk giving it to someone else's pet. i had no choice. i was already very attached to him of course. me and my mom cried in the room alone with him for awhile trying to decide what to do but we didn't really have a choice. to not get more attached to him, we went straight back to the rescue league.
ok, so now i can't handle anymore. honestly. it's been very hard on my family too, considering i've never been emotional about anything before and they hate to see me like this. i assumed that i'd lost my money on newman, but they said i had 60 days to pick out another animal. i couldn't go home without one. i'd be too sad.
meet duchess. i'd seen her when i went the first time but she was in the cage with 4 of her brothers and sisters. and i wasn't in the market for a kitten so i didn't even look at them. all of her siblings had been adopted. i was trying to look at the grown cats and she kept reaching her paw through the cage at me. i couldn't help it. i went for a grown male cat and left with a female kitten. but i couldn't be happier with her. she's very sociable, sweet, and can't sleep unless she's by my head. i'm already head over heals for her. she's been to the vet and she's very healthy. so, as long as she makes it through friday, i think we'll be ok.
anyway, that's where i've been for the past 3 weeks. so, sorry for being unsociable lately. it's been hard, but she makes me feel better. also, thanks to the people who have been checking on me. it really means a lot. anyway, i know this post is huge, but it's ok cause i haven't posted in awhile. so, goodbye.