Less than 2 years ago my family lost one of our furbabies. I know some people think “It’s only a dog” but he was the glue that held the family together, and after he died, we all fell apart. Anyone who knows me knows how much my dogs mean to me, so will know how hard that was.
In September last year, Katie, someone I loved like a little sister took her own life - and I’m still grieving that, still hoping for it to be one big joke and not real.
On New Years Eve one of my other furbabies became partly paralysed and had to have emergency spinal surgery. As a result of his long recovery, he has to now have 2 more operation to repair the cruciate in both of his back legs. It’s will be November at the earliest before he is able to walk again. It could be longer. It breaks my heart to see him like this.
My dad is very very ill. The last time we saw him this sick, we thought he was going to die. The doctors aren’t being much help and we don’t really know what to do right now.
Then there’s today. I walked into work to be told by my manager that someone I have worked with for 6 years, and would consider a friend took his own life yesterday. It was so hard to get through the shift knowing that I’m never going to see him again.
It just keeps piling up. It won’t stop. I don’t know how to handle all of this. It’s just so much.