Our eleven-and-a-half year old kitty, Spirit, is dying. He almost died 8 years ago, but we spent lots of money on the ER Vet, Vet and homeopathic Vet. He has lost and gained weight when he gets either sick or stressed, but this time he doesn't seem to be recovering. When I met Hubby, Spirit was four months old. They fell in love with each other and I lost my cat. Twelve years ago, I lost my dear sweet, Max. When he got sick and required IV fluids, force feeding 4-6 times/day, I resolved that I was not going to go through that again. I kept him alive for me because I wasn't ready to let him go. I spent the next 18 months in twice weekly psychotherapy. It changed my life. I wouldn't be the person I am today if I had not been through the caretaking, trauma, grief and eventual healing. I am sad about what is going to happen, Hubby is too. This really sucks!
What is it about this time of year? I am a Texas gal and I love my sunshine and recently we have had plenty. I really don't think it is seasonal affective disorder. Christmas is getting easier, I'm working more so we are not completely broke, the kids are as healthy as they can be mid-winter. Number One Daughter has fluid in her ears or negative pressure and she has been so well behaved. I guess that she is not being overstimulated by the sounds of our world. Hubby is beyond stressed at work. Our little friend is stiil in the hospital waiting for seizures so he can have another brain surgery. There have been so many deaths and illnesses recently. This time of year is one more opportunity to focus on the gift of suffering and being born to eternal life.