My cat (well, my Dad’s cat to be specific) is being put down on Friday afternoon because she’s breaking down from old age. She’s 21 as of April this year and I’m turning 23 in October so as you can imagine, it’s a bit of a life changer.
I’m in a strangely calm mood as I lay here before sleeping. It’s been a little over 24 hours since I heard the news/discussed what to do and I feel like I can actually reflect positively at the moment.
Elvira is 21. 21! Her mother made it to 19 before her age wore her down to the same point.
I gave Elvira hell at times when I was a toddler but she got her fair share of revenge by tipping over my water whenever I’d paint (between age 2 - 6) I’ve been told.
I can’t think of much else now as I’m really starting to drift off which is awesome.
Earlier today while hanging laundry out, I got caught up in how painful 2014 has been for me as a year (of course it’s had it’s share of amazing positives too) but if I get bummed out I’ve just gotta remember I’ve lived through worse and that old Winston Churchill quote “If you’re going through hell, keep going.” is a pretty handy mantra as I try to keep up with looking for work and also motivation to draw. (Oh and that my friends rock silly hats well is a plus, as per my precious post.)