Ups and downs (and downs, and downs)
Apr. 11th, 2019 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maristuWhat a roller coaster day it's been.
Early today a friend sent a video of a tiny kitty with an extremely broken front paw, saying she'd found her and had taken her to the vet and that she was going to lose the leg, and if anyone would be willing to give her a home after the surgery. Well then. I've wanted to get a kitten (actually, two kittens) for a while now, and was just waiting for the right time (I'm remodeling the apartment and traveling next month). But the video stole my heart and I wanted her SO MUCH. She felt MINE. So I started figuring out what I'd have to do, how to kitty proof my apartment, getting tips on how to care for amputee kittens, and just generally getting my head around the idea of adopting this little baby. I named her Frida Kahlo (because she also had a crappy leg that needed to be amputated). I was going to get all the cat stuff tonight. I was going to visit her tomorrow.
And you all know none of that happened because it's all in the past tense, and she didn't survive the amputation surgery.
How can you be so sad about a little teeny thing that you never actually met or touched? But yeah. I am.
Today can just calm down now. I can't deal with so many emotions.
Early today a friend sent a video of a tiny kitty with an extremely broken front paw, saying she'd found her and had taken her to the vet and that she was going to lose the leg, and if anyone would be willing to give her a home after the surgery. Well then. I've wanted to get a kitten (actually, two kittens) for a while now, and was just waiting for the right time (I'm remodeling the apartment and traveling next month). But the video stole my heart and I wanted her SO MUCH. She felt MINE. So I started figuring out what I'd have to do, how to kitty proof my apartment, getting tips on how to care for amputee kittens, and just generally getting my head around the idea of adopting this little baby. I named her Frida Kahlo (because she also had a crappy leg that needed to be amputated). I was going to get all the cat stuff tonight. I was going to visit her tomorrow.
And you all know none of that happened because it's all in the past tense, and she didn't survive the amputation surgery.
How can you be so sad about a little teeny thing that you never actually met or touched? But yeah. I am.
Today can just calm down now. I can't deal with so many emotions.
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