I have two beautiful cat brothers named Pickles and Snoopy. They are both 11 years old and will turn 12 in January.
Pickles has not been feeling well. He has some belly issues and is just not himself. I brought him to the vet clinic yesterday and they took labs and will let me know in a few days.
In the mean time…the FEAR of loss of this animal is consuming me. He’s not even gone and maybe he will be fine…but I just love him so much.
Animals in general, no matter what kind make my soul just light right up.
So I have these two that are super close to me and my mind is heading down a dark and sad path. Unnecessarily I know…but that is where it is going.
I have learned so many times in recovery not to listen to my head – because it is usually full of FEAR – which stands for FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL.
Pickles is not dead, he’s sitting in my lap right now as I type this.
I feel better sharing and getting that out. Thank you.