My 16-year-old cat has early-stage kidney disease. He's the best pet I've ever had. We've had 12 unforgettable years with him, but I'm not ready.
My wife picked him when we were in college together. We went to an adoption event to get a canine companion for our separation-anxiety-riddled dog and came home with a cat instead. I still don't know how I allowed it to happen. I had an extreme aversion to cats at the time. Now I'm a cat person and can't see myself going back.
I joke with my wife that God brought her into my life specifically to introduce me to that cat.
My MIL gives off that therapeutic aura. You can't leave the house with her without someone giving her their life story. I seem to have the opposite effect on people, somehow. I never get that. Maybe I stink or I'm fuck ugly.
My wife picked him when we were in college together. We went to an adoption event to get a canine companion for our separation-anxiety-riddled dog and came home with a cat instead. I still don't know how I allowed it to happen. I had an extreme aversion to cats at the time. Now I'm a cat person and can't see myself going back.
I joke with my wife that God brought her into my life specifically to introduce me to that cat.
Yep. Despite sharing great spaces like this with you wonderful people, the internet is an isolating place. I think people feel more alone now than ever before.I think people are just lonely and too scared (or any number of other emotions) to talk to the people that know them.
My MIL gives off that therapeutic aura. You can't leave the house with her without someone giving her their life story. I seem to have the opposite effect on people, somehow. I never get that. Maybe I stink or I'm fuck ugly.