Life can suck sometimes..

Don’t let the title fool you, this shouldn’t be a depressing post. I have, however, had some ups and downs the past few weeks. Right after my last post my cat George passed away unexpectedly. He was my diabetic kitty I have spoken of before.

10516735_816643471700496_1098513113100579201_nI was extremely upset because he seemed to be doing better after I switched his food. He was eating again and had stopped vomiting, but apparently he had something else going on. 😦 I miss him every single day.

So right after I got his ashes back, it was time to go on vacation. I was a  bit apprehensive to go off and enjoy myself while I was still trying to grieve for Georgie, but I decided it might be a reprieve that I really needed. So I went, I enjoyed myself, and I thought of him often.

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The vacation was a lot of fun and a lot of work, and I had a big epiphany of sorts.

I. Cannot. Stay. This. Big.

Walking up and down that cruise ship and walking around the beach nearly killed me.

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I actually had a bit of a breakdown in the airport on the way home trying to simply walk from one end of the airport to the other to find our gate. My legs were cramping and on fire and I felt like a fat loser. I cried in an airport because I couldn’t walk, ugh.

All of this crap I felt while trying to “relax” on vacation made me realize that I cannot exist like this anymore. I made a pact to get started back on program as soon as I got home, and that’s what I did. I am currently on my 2nd day of meal prepping and weightwatchers. I am trying to do WW on my own for now, albeit loosely. I am mostly eating clean and preparing my meals ahead of time so I know exactly what’s going in my body. I plan on cutting a little looser over the weekends like I did before. That worked so well for me!

So I get home, and got back to work yesterday. I had been missing Georgie pretty badly the night before and had been thinking of him a lot since I got back home. Yesterday went pretty well at work, just a normal day. At the end of the day something awesome happened. I came downstairs and heard the doctor tell one of the nurses who was bathing something in the sink, “You HAVE to show Tiffy.” I said, “Show Tiffy what?” and walked over. When the nurse turned toward me I thought I had walked through time. She was holding a pitiful, sickly black kitten who looked uncannily like my George did when he was found on the side of the road as a baby.

20141008_171915She told me someone had just dropped him off, and they had found him wandering around in the road. He has an Upper Respiratory Infection, fleas, lice, and probably worms. So did George. His left eye is scarred and he might lose it, just like George. He is pitiful and gross looking, but adorable. Just like George. I immediately fell in love with him.

I have an apartment in my mom’s house, so any and all pets must be ok’d through her. I texted her his photo and said “Look what just got dropped off, can we keep him?”. She replied back with, “You’re killing me! I will think about it.”

Which means yes.

I hope anyways, we talked about it after I got home last night and I think I have a pretty good chance of being able to bring this little bugger home when he’s mended. I think I will call him Cieran. It’s Irish for “little dark one”.

-T