You know how sometimes you think that life can’t get any worse? And then it does?
Yeah. My poor Reagan.
It’s not enough that we’ve had home front troubles this summer. It’s not enough that we sold her horse last week because her senior year is going to be so busy and then she’s leaving. It’s not enough that she’s had friend drama.
Her kitten, Mister, died last night.
The kitten we got to replace her cat that died last fall.
I took Mister into the vet for vomiting and he had lymphatic cancer through his whole system.
It honestly ticks me off in a “Seriously God? This is really what has to happen right now?” kind of way. Telling Reagan was truly awful. There is nothing worse than watching your child’s heart break into pieces and having no way to fix it.
It doesn’t help that I really liked Mister myself. He was my all time favorite cat, darnnit. He had personality to spare and was a constant source of entertainment.
And, unfortunatley, we’ve had a lot of cats so that’s saying something.
Life is not always an enjoyable place. And yes, you can always find someone who has it worse, but that doesn’t lessen you’re own pain, you know? It just reinforces that things suck all over.
Sorry. Not in a good frame of mind today.