Nebs Is Fried
Jun. 15th, 2016 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nebris~While I am emotionally better today, I am still physically exhausted and my body hurts. As I said to my Wicked Step Mother yesterday, “I've had too much Death and I'm falling apart...
First Joe [my father, last August], then my old friends Bobby, from my Mexico days, and Gillen, who was only 45.
Then my really close friend Pasty Ruth, whom I'd only first met last September, died a few days into March. She lived here in the park. Patsy and I deeply bonded....and then she was gone, a heart attack sitting on her couch.
Then finding out about my mother the way I did, three and half months after the fact via a lawyer's letter....
Last night my special kitty Athena died. She was 18 and we knew she was hanging on by a thread. I know it seems silly that I'd fall apart over a cat. Thenie wasn't even my cat to begin with. She was Leesa's since she was a year old. But when we crashed into this place after we lost our house, she decided to...I don't know...take care of me. I called her my 'wife' because she nagged me, always at my door and bugging me when I was on the john.
I took her body to vet a few hours ago...and I cannot stop crying.”
It's a beautiful breezy day, perfect to make the needed run down to WinCo and I simply don't have the wherewithal to do so. Just rereading the above section makes my bones feel heavy....
First Joe [my father, last August], then my old friends Bobby, from my Mexico days, and Gillen, who was only 45.
Then my really close friend Pasty Ruth, whom I'd only first met last September, died a few days into March. She lived here in the park. Patsy and I deeply bonded....and then she was gone, a heart attack sitting on her couch.
Then finding out about my mother the way I did, three and half months after the fact via a lawyer's letter....
Last night my special kitty Athena died. She was 18 and we knew she was hanging on by a thread. I know it seems silly that I'd fall apart over a cat. Thenie wasn't even my cat to begin with. She was Leesa's since she was a year old. But when we crashed into this place after we lost our house, she decided to...I don't know...take care of me. I called her my 'wife' because she nagged me, always at my door and bugging me when I was on the john.
I took her body to vet a few hours ago...and I cannot stop crying.”
It's a beautiful breezy day, perfect to make the needed run down to WinCo and I simply don't have the wherewithal to do so. Just rereading the above section makes my bones feel heavy....
