Scowling And Sad
There. I've posted a practical catalogue of erotica photos into VOX. Distraction from having killed the only sentinent being that seems to have loved me. All of my so-called "friends" have more important things to do than to lend a shoulder to me. I've only talked with one friend, who was so nice to me as I explained the experience to him of the putting down of my 7-year old cat at the vet's. He said he would help get me through this....and then I haven't heard back from him again. Everyone runs. Oooooooohh....too serious an issue. Strive2Be is a friend who makes us laugh and have a good time. She is the person we turn to for a shoulder and an ear. But when SHE needs that shoulder and ear, forget it. And now there is a bevy of beautiful erotic women in the Erotica Group. The only thing I'm good for....to provide entertainment. I don't like myself. The only one who loved me.....I killed. And I should just go the same way. Pity party, I know. But it's all mine.
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The one thing that comes to mind is that if a person doesn't own a pet, then they have no idea what it's like to see another member of your family get sick, and have no means to explain what is making them feel bad, and even more so, they miss out on how enriching a life is without a pet. I have seen studies that show that people are happier when they have that connection. I am sorry for your loss, and hope you can find some peace.
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BigBrownBear: Thank you for the sentiments. I went through a real rough time right after Cabby passed on for a couple of reasons. But I am much better now. I don't cry anymore, but I'm always expecting to see him. I hear him meow sometimes (like he wants to get in the closet), but I know I just heard something else. I still constantly am careful with the computer chair. He had a tendency to lay by the chair when I was at the desk, and I find that I still look around the chair before pushing back so as not to injure him. Sometimes I think, when I'm typing, that he's sitting beside me on the floor or he's laying in this big comfy chair in the livingroom. Then after a few minutes, I realize what I had been thinking. Of course he's not there. The saddest part is at night, when I expect him to come running in to sleep with me for awhile.
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