Jun 16
So, one of my two last childhood cats, Maggie, is being put to sleep on Thursday. I’ve been dreading this day for so long, and I worry about her sister because they’ve never really been apart.
Its so hard to deal with animals growing old and facing their mortality. Its not fucking fair. Maggie and Rena are about 18? I know thats pretty old for cats, but still. Animals should at least live half your life, not like 1/4th of it. There’s never enough time and it breaks my heart.
There’s no such thing as wasted time if you’re surrounded by cats.
I’m starting to feel so emotional and I don’t know how I’m gonna deal with seeing Maggie on her last day alive. I feel so bad for my dad as well.
My heart hurts.
