Well, friends, today has been / is filled with negatives ... hearing from FH that he is leaving us ... no word from TM ...
And, as if that isn't enuf, one of my 3 beloved cats, Sweetie, fell very ill over the weekend. Stopped eating, drinking, and moving around ... completely lethargic ... I got him to the vet first thing this morning. He told me that Sweetie has a "very large, irregular shaped mass" on one of his kidneys, and the he is "very, very sick." I had to leave him there, for "observation." The vet took blood, said the test results will be back tomorrow morning. He said that if it is cancer, it's inoperable.
I just called the vet to check on how Sweetie is doing ... no change. And I'm beating myself up ... I failed to take care of him, take him for his regular check-ups, during all these 10 months while I've been so consumed with the damned crapalta withdrawal, survival, and attempt to get on with / back to a life of some sort.
I've had Sweetie, and my two other kitties, for 9 years ... they were all adopted, at about age 2 ... so all are a bit up there in years. These 3 little fur faces, and my friends here on the forum, were virtually the only companions, friends, sources of comfort and encouragement I had during the first 4-5 months of my hellish cold turkey withdrawal ... and they ... and you here on the forum, remain my main source of comfort and encouragement now that I'm well enuf to try to "re-learn" how to be out there in the world, and try to re-enter the world of working ...
Bereft ... that's how I'm feeling .. bereft ... ![:(](https://www.cymbaltawithdrawal.com/public/style_emoticons/default/sad.png)