I wish I could be writing something clever and witty tonight, but I just don't have it in me. My very first cat, Jamie, who is 12, is dying. I just found out today that she has a rare bacteria in her red blood cells. I have been giving her under the skin fluids with a needle today. It's so hard to stick her, but she is really dehydrated. The vet said we can try to treat her with a really strong anti-biotic to kill the bacteria, but the antibiotic is so strong, it could kill her. So, I have to decide what to do. Me and me alone. It sucks.
We were supposed to get our homestudy last Friday and we still don't know what's going on. I am trying to be patient, but it is always on my mind.
I have a huge meeting with my son's school tomorrow so the school will get their act together and teach the boy in a way he can learn. It should really be a blast.
Hardships make me stronger, right? So why do I feel like crying?