Visions of that poor cat danced through my head all night. I am so sad about it and not just because it looked like our Peeky but just the fact that it was a cat.
I can get over wildlife ending up in the pool, but an animal that’s meant to be a pet? That’s gonna take a minute.
My husband kept saying it wasn’t her but I don’t believe him. He’s lied to me before about stuff like this.
Before my mom died we had a chocolate lab named Charlie. He was one of the best dogs we’ve ever had except because we kept him outside he was constantly getting out of our fenced in yard.
The last time he got out my husband said that a man picked him up and he just let him have him. Of course I was angry but I understood. We couldn’t just keep letting him get out, so he did what he thought was best, he k et the man have him.
He later told me that he didn’t give him away that he had gotten ran over. He told me this because I kept on him about getting him back. I wanted him back because he would get in the pool with Arianna.
It seems like every time I have something I want I’m not allowed to keep it but for him it’s a different story. God forbid he should have to give his dog away.
Yes I’m bitter but you would be too if you were married to someone like him. Now mind you, I’m sure he wouldn’t treat anyone else like he’s treated me, but I could be wrong.
Yes you read that right. This week and last week have been pure hell for me. Between losing my cat Peeky on Tuesday of last week (February 27) to dealing with my husband, who I have said in previous posts that I can’t stand anymore, it has been awful which in turn has plunged me into a deep depression which I escape by doing nothing but watching tv or YouTube.
But anyway here’s a picture of my cat.
I miss her so much and the worst part is I feel like it’s my fault because she kept getting on top of the air conditioner and it wasn’t wide enough for her so she kept falling off and that made a lot of noise and kept me up all night but she just kept getting up there and I was thinking
I just wish this cat would just stop or get out again. At this point I really don’t care
Then when it happened I never dreamed she would go missing. I hate myself so much. I just wish that I was the one that disappeared and not her because this has caused my daughter to go into a deep depression also.
Karma has really gotten the best of me this time and I just wish it hadn’t happened.
So the moral of this story is be careful what you wish for.
I Gave Up On My Childhood Dream
When I was a little girl I dreamed of becoming a wildlife biologist. My mom always made a point to tell me that I could be anything I wanted when I grew up but the school told me you can’t be that if you’re not good at math.
The problem with that is I see people every day overcoming educational struggles to become what they dreamed of.
I still hold on to that dream and so does my daughter and one things for sure I will never let anyone tell her you can’t be that because you’re not good at math.
I will definitely be enrolling in college to get my degree to become a wildlife biologist specializing in big cats, mainly lions.
I chose Lions because I share a kindred spirit with them. Now mind you I love all animals and I watch a lot of different documentaries about animals. There’s just something about big cats that make me happy.
Maybe it’s their power, or beauty or their family ties. Maybe it’s everything. Yeah it’s everything about them. I love everything about these magnificent animals and I will do everything in my power to save them from extinction and to preserve them in the wild and not caged up.
I will pursue my dream and I will achieve it.
Is there a dream you want to pursue? Let me know in the comments and remember you can achieve it and never forget that.