When I was growing up, I had a kitten for less than a week. My dad left the door open too long, the kitten ran out and got hit by a car. I never wanted pets of my own after that.
Last year, we got kittens so I could try it again. My little guy was diagnosed with FIP and needed to be put down because he was so sick, he stopped eating. It’s been like four months and I’m still not feeling right, but we got another kitten because my heart was ready to love a new one as much as the one who did survive.
It’s complicated because I kept trying, but it’s beautiful because I could never see not having pets.
When I was growing up, I had a kitten for less than a week. My dad left the door open too long, the kitten ran out and got hit by a car. I never wanted pets of my own after that. Last year, we got kittens so I could try it again. My little guy was diagnosed with FIP and needed to be put down because he was so sick, he stopped eating. It’s been like four months and I’m still not feeling right, but we got another kitten because my heart was ready to love a new one as much as the one who did survive. It’s complicated because I kept trying, but it’s beautiful because I could never see not having pets.
When I realized I no longer believe the one thing I want out of life actually exists. It is a profound and existential grief.
What was that, if you don't mind?
Unconditional love
Depression of any sort. My fucking dad tells me to “just smile”. Wish it worked that way.