I took the cat in to be spayed and ended up having to put her down.
She was so small.
I'm completely heartbroken, and have zero time to mourn my little girl. I literally have to be out of my place on June 15th, and unless the person I'm currently emailing is willing to sign a lease with me I'm gonna have to crash at a motel.
None of my family gives a shit, I have zero help getting my stuff moved into a storage unit let alone into a new place, and my ex-roommates not only moved out but immediately fucked off across the country for a music thing.
And the entire reason the cat was in the medical situation she was in in the first place is because she'd been *their* cat, and they never got her spayed, then let her outside constantly to roam and get sick and pregnant.
My feet were so cold last night. No one woke me up by screaming in my ear and yanking on my braid. I had to pack her things into a box for storage, instead of getting them ready with my crap for a potential motel stay.
I'm so sad.



















