Wednesday night my beautiful cat, Portia, passed away peacefully in her sleep. In the past 7 months I only saw her ONCE. Not for lack of trying on my part, but for lack of communication and kept promises on Joe's part. Apparently, "Text me anytime" translates to "Text me anytime, but I won't answer except on a rare ocassion."Instead of getting angry at Joe, I'm taking the next step to getting my two big pieces of furniture and Grace from him by August. Then we are done with each other, except whenever I (being the bigger person that I am) send him photos of Grace like I promised I would, unless he doesn't want them sent to him.
For now, I'm going dog-sitting with Rhys tonight and possibly to Evansville Saturday night. I don't think we can afford it, so we might just dog-sit Saturday night as well. I almost prefer that considering the money we don't have and the fact I have to be at work at 1p on Sunday.
I commend you for taking the higher road in the end, and I'm sorry to hear about Portia. At least she was able to go in her sleep and not painfully. That's the advantage to being an old animal and not an old human...
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