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This year has been rough so far // family&animal death
8 years ago
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(Mention of family member loss below (Both human and animal) just sayin'.)
A lot has happened and very little of it has been very good.
One of my uncles passed away in January, he had a lot of health issues and wasn't very good at taking care of the issues that he had. He was getting worse and worse,
and it was hard to watch him continuing to not try and better himself. Not really sure what to say about this one...It was rough, but I kinda saw it coming. Didn't make saying goodbye pleasant or easy, I mean...But I was much more mentally prepared for this one I guess...He was the reason that I got into things like marvel and dc comics back when I was little. He got me into a lot of animation as well. He was a great artist, very talented on many levels. Just..sucks that he's gone.
He was really looking forward to Black Panther specifically, and infinity war. I've seen black panther twice for him, and also because it was really good.
I left my retail job after months and months of plotting to do so. My mom had worked at the same place for ten years and they fired her three weeks before Christmas on shitty grounds. Didn't even recognize her for being there for a fucking decade whenever her anniversary came up. I worked there for two years, and put my two weeks notice in. They proceeded to not even call me to tell me they didn't need me to come in multiple nights in a row, I would show up and they would immediately turn back around and leave because they didn't need me. I worked the shoe department and it was fucking awful.
Most recently my cat, Bruce, had thrown a clot in his leg. He had been jumping up and onto the desk and didn't make it all of the way because a chair was in his way. He couldn't pull himself onto the desk fully and his legs were caught in the back of the wooden chair...He couldn't move either one of them, so we took him to an emergency vet since this was at like...11:00 at night. So we get him there, get the x-rays taken and such, and are told that he has a clot in the back of the legs. Which is what they suspected at first, due to his not being able to move or feel either of his legs and his temperature dropping drastically. The outcome for him wasn't very good, recovery wasn't likely as he was almost certain to throw another clot the same day. And even if that didn't happen, he could also have had heart problems because of the clot. I've never had to put down a cat, and I was very attached to Bruce.
We rescued him from being destroyed in a shelter. They were almost desperate to get rid of him, because he was so close to being put down. He was a bombay cat, and he had a little crooked tail. He was four when we got him. We had lost an older black cat due to old age earlier the same year, and he looked just like Midnight. He was a very sweet boy, he always purred and was very playful.
I was very attached to him. And I wasn't ready to lose him in any sense. I was a fucking pitiful mess when they told us our options, and how grim they were. I couldn't have let him suffer. Knowing that he was in pain killed me.
And then I got shit on by my hotel job for calling out. I had a panic attack and I felt sick all fucking day. I hadn't been able to stop crying until 3 am.
Also I had started my other job the night he had been put down. I had been feeling so confident that night that maybe things were going to actually get better and then that fucking happened.
I want to draw something proper for Bruce, but it's going to take a while. I might post a few pictures of him in my gallery, dunno.
I still have two cats, one has been with me since middle school and the other is turning ten this year. They're both getting to be old ladies (one already is) but, yeh. Still planning to adopt another little black cat whenever I feel it's time and everything has settled.
