In Memoriam: Part of my Soul has Died
Preparing to go on vacation next week, my brother needed someone to take care of his cat. It was decided his cat would be left at my mothers and a family friend would take care of him. It was then decided that my cat would, too, do the same. On Saturday, I handed over my cat to my mother who stopped by. I needed to trick her into her carrier (as per usual) and, upon placing her in the car, I felt a sense of dread. I felt it would be the last time I would see her. I brushed it off as paranoia because I often worried about her. Wednesday was a long day at work. 10 hours with children is exhausting. During that time, my mother asked when I was out of work, not following up as to why. I got home a little after 6:00, took a hit and a shower, anticipating my fiancé's mother and sister coming over as they do most Wednesdays. When I left the shower, I saw my fiancé on our bed with a facial expression that seemed like a mix between sad and ...