This sucks…

I just found out that my dad and step mom will be putting my cat to sleep. I guess she’s been really sick the past few days so they took her to the vet and she has cancer. The vet said she’d only make it a few more weeks at most, but she’s in a lot of pain…so in a couple of days she’ll be gone.

I cried quite a bit. My eyes feel all puffy. I always think I’ll be “okay” with the next pet we lose, that I wont cry this time. I don’t know why I ever think that since I’ve always been a sensitive person and I totally love our pets.

We’ve had Mischa since I was 5, she was a birthday present and I still remember the first time I saw her. Clear as day. We walked up to the front door and she poked her big-eared head through the blinds. She was always such a sweet, spunky, quirky cat.

She’s also the last pet of my childhood who was still alive. It’s a weird feeling. It’s like I’m not only losing a pet, but part of my childhood.

And what makes it frustrating is that I’ll be flying up there in about a month (I haven’t been up there in like 4 years). Timing is everything, right? Well, yeah, right now, timing sucks.

Bye meese-mouse…love you, you’ve been a great snuggle buddy over the years!