I suppose I’m just venting here, just sharing my thoughts about my experience of being blessed enough to have had kitties in my life. 


My poor baby is chronically sick with FLUTD. It was managed for 2 years no issue until last weekend. Well, long story short we had to take him to the emergency vet again today. He was so limp when we came home. I’m not sure what the outcome of this will be. He’s staying hospitalized until around Tuesday. My partner and I had to borrow money from our parents to pay for the deposit for this, which was quite humbling. I have a decent amount of money coming in next week I am hoping that this is enough to keep him alive and pay back our loans. Im trying hard not to grieve because he isn’t gone yet, but it’s incredibly worrying and just so horrible that his life depends on money. He doesn’t know what money is, and I find it so incredibly disturbing that this concept is essentially the basis on which he gets another chance or not.

I’m feeling a great deal of sorrow for him. I just don’t think it’s fair that pets have such little time in this world, when they have such an impact on people. They don’t judge or anything. They literally aren’t afflicted by “the human condition” and I think this makes them so incredibly pure. I’ve experienced so much joy through my pets in otherwise grim circumstances. I hope that the feeling is mutual is all I got to say. 

I’m begging everyone who comes across this post to just hope the best for his recovery. I’m not necessarily religious so I’m not sure if pray is the proper word to use, but I do believe that energies carry weight in this situation. 

I would greatly appreciate it ❤️

They are so precious but have such little time