Just not a good day

My mother called me at work today with bad news.

She took my cat to the vet for me, and instead of what we thought was an absess tooth, we found to our dismay was cancer.

She hadn't been eating her dry food -- or grooming herself, so we thought maybe she had a problem with one of her teeth. It was a cancerous lump under her tongue. It's inoperable.

I've had my cat for seventeen years. SEVENTEEN years. Half my thirty-four years. She is my baby. It sounds silly to some, I know, but how do you not become attached to the pet you've had half of your life?

I went into the bathroom and cried. I felt like such an idiot, but I couldn't help myself.

You always know the day will come -- when you have to say goodbye. I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet. I want another seventeen years, dammit.

To boot, I got a ticket today -- for not wearing my fucking seatbelt. I called the cop a rotten prick under my breath, but I know he had to hear me.

So, I cried again.

I'm not feeling too good right now, so if you have a spare moment, please leave me a message. I desperately need the cheering.

--P