So, my mom called me last night and told me that she had to put down our cat we've had since I was a kid, Chip (she did it today). We got him back when I was in like 5/6 grade I think (so I was like 10/11), and he was only about 4 months old when we got him, so he was like 12 years old I think? Yeah because his birthday would've been in a week or so (right around St. Patrick's Day, we always celebrated his and our other cat's Chuckie's birthdays together on St. Patrick's Day because it was easier).
Anyways, he had to be put down because he had a tumor in his neck, because my mom had to take him to get shots so she could have him living with her where she lives and he was allergic to the one shots that he's supposed to get on a normal basis, and my mom tried telling the vet but they wouldn't listen, and they kept giving it to him and then told my mom they could get rid of the tumor if she payed for expensive surgery (my mom lives on Disability and she literally can't afford shit, let alone an expensive as fuck surgery that she shouldn't have to pay for anyways). Well, obviously she can't afford it, and then, yeah.
So, anyways, today I've been going between having a decent-ish day and outright crying because I miss my cat. I don't live with my mom anymore but I still enjoyed seeing him when I got the chance to go over to her apartment because between him and our other cat Chuckie (who died four years ago at about age 12 as well thanks to him having a seizure a year before and his health rapidly deteriorating), they were one of the few people (cats, whatever) who I felt I could open up to and I used to tell them everything, and they both loved to sleep with me and I felt safe with them.
So yeah, I miss my cat so fucking much. I hate that he's gone, and I just...yeah. Today has been kind of rough.
Anyways, I had to work today (still working but on lunch right now), and I keep kind of breaking down and crying and I'm so fucking tired of people automatically assuming that I'm crying because of a fucking customer. Not everything is about this fucking hellhole, I'm allowed to get upset over things that don't include this fucking place. Customers almost never make me cry as much as I have been today, so shut the fuck up.
And someone told me that I should just be glad he's not suffering anymore when I tried telling them what was wrong but the thing is I don't want him to be suffering. I just want my cat back because I love him so much and just fuck, I hate Wal-Mart so much.
Anyways, yeah, that's kind of how my day is going.
Here are some pictures of him from before he got really sick. Just...yeah.
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