TW mental illness talk and animal death under the cut
Hey all, I just wanna say that I might be taking some time off for a bit.
It’s been rough for a bit, with my ocd flaring up the past month which lead to a depression period, through all this I still had to work, cause I cant afford things otherwise.
In the middle of all that mess, Fizz got sick. If you remember, she was a rescue, a runt. Someone had abandoned her in the streets when she was too young and not even weaned off from milk yet.
I did everything I could to get her healthy and strong enough to later eat solid foods, and she was okay for a while…until she wasn’t.
Her health was just, she wouldn’t have lasted long with how weak her immune system was. I had to rush her to the vet when she got a fever, and all I heard was bad news from the staff there.
She held on for a week…then she was gone.
So, I’m just here with my other cats. Fizz isn’t in my life anymore and I don’t feel well. I thought I would have her with me for a long time but, it didn’t happen.
I’m still processing, still expecting to hear her yowl for attention somewhere, still expecting her to latch on to me while I’m walking by her favorite places. I know I’m being emotional, but she was family for a short while, and I wasn’t expecting this to happen.
I still think about the times I found her taking naps in my slippers. It hurts.
