CDS came for me today, someone told me yall might enjoy hims! (He’s was still dirty from being found in a puddle on our loading dock - I’ll try to update once the rescue sends me progress pics! Zoom in for some premium beans on pic 2
Please enjoy 3 week old baby Mac[aroni and Cheese] in honor of his first birthday tomorrow!
EDIT TO ADD - wow thank yall for loving on my baby Mac and the awards! No better feeling than strangers showing love for your baby!
My little old man joined his big brother across the rainbow bridge today. He was a beautiful loving little soul, and hes been the thread holding me to this earth for most of the past few years….I know it was time, but I’m just devastated. He leaves behind me, his daddy, loving grandpa, and baby furbrother. I just want everyone to see his sweet little face so his sweet little soul can feel a boost of love on his first day in heaven where big brother and Grandma are waiting for him.
We had a sweet little ole handicapped cat together(I mean I had him first but he was our baby for 12+ years). Our baby’s little body gave up today and he needed to be put to sleep. Called Q and he wasn’t well, but wouldn’t admit it. I wanted him to say goodbye so I gave him the address…he wasn’t with it enough to get an Uber to the vet in time.
I needed him and the furbaby needed him. If he has a glimpse of sobriety/lets himself feel it…he’s going to be so devastated, though not as much as me. So now I get to miss my baby, hate that his dad wasn’t there, and I know I shouldn’t… but also just hate for Q - as a human being who loved a furbaby to pieces - that he didn’t get a goodbye, and only has himself to blame for it.
I’m the first person to promote the good words of AlAnon, how incredibly helpful this all is, I know that none of what’s happening with him is my responsibility, that I am powerless over this and that I deserve better.
But I am heartbroken. We were grossly in love…we were over 10 years in and still icky sugary sweet in love. He was my surest thing. We grew together in love and in life and our careers…we found a great place in the city and had everything we could need. But he has a dark cloud he couldn’t outrun anymore.
I haven’t worn my ring in a few years now (never made it down the aisle- I know it’s a blessing, but it’s also a special kind of hell).
I’m always worried he’s incapacitated, dying or dead somewhere, all alone. My person. My favorite thing. I know I wasn’t meant to live this way, but I just can’t bring myself to accept it. I don’t want this but I don’t want to ever look at anyone else how I looked at him.
Just screaming into the void for now.
Nothing like a little golden hour to light up all the fur in the air after a good brushing 🧡👀