When does it get better?
In June of last year, I had five cats (most of them rescues that I found on the verge of death but loved with my life). In July, three hours before my birthday, we had to put one of them down—worst time of my life. In late January, one of them unknowingly got out and there was a wild cat. He literally took his last breath in my brothers arms when he was running inside screaming at me to call the vet. I never thought I'd have to see my baby cat like that and bury two in the span of six months.
Yesterday, the cat I've had for seven years now got diagnosed with a renal lymphoma. No symptoms before yesterday. The vets don't want to remove his kidney because he might not survive surgery. One of my other cats got diagnosed with CKD a few months ago which is managed right now but I know he has a few years at max. The fifth cat is eleven years old, is partially blind and immunocompromised because of feline herpes virus.
I don't know what's suddenly happening to all my babies, and I honestly don't know how to deal with this continued loss. How do I go about my life with all of this? It's like I've just barely got done grieving for one of them and something else happens.