Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent
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@sao You’re not going to be okay. And that in of itself is okay, everyone is allowed to feel this. It won’t be easy, believe me. Losing my old man cat two years ago tore me apart. And there are days where I still horribly miss him. The first two weeks were the worst. But it does get easier. I don’t know if it’ll ever completely go away, but like so many other things, it becomes something we manage.
Someone else said it here that I believe is rather fitting. “Grief is just love with nowhere to go.”
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@imstillhere Fuck, of course you’re tired. I got sympathy-tired halfway through reading and it just got MORE from there. I hope things calm down for you.
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@imstillhere I’m so sorry. We’re all here for you.
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@imstillhere Given I don’t know where you are I can’t adequately advise on resources to help.
However, find your local university and see if they offer a psychology or counselling program. If they do, then they very likely have a supervised student counselling clinic - much the same as a regular counsellor though usually far cheaper.
ETA: When you’ve reached the “solve a problem or make a change” part of grief and stress, of course.
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@imstillhere You already know what I’m gonna say, because I’ve talked to about a lot of this already.
But you got my Discord. Any time you need to talk again, even if it’s just to get something off your chest. I know it’s not a lot I can give, but whatever you need, I’m here.
I don't know what I'm doing. Poke at Seven Nations sevennations.aresmush.com port 2021
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My cat is… gone.
He had surgery yesterday, and it was successful. He came home with an appetite and kind of stoned.
This morning he was at the kitchen mewing at me to give him his wet food. I let the dogs out into the back yard (as I do every morning, this is absolute routine), let them in, had breakfast. I went to the gym and came back.
And he’s nowhere to be found. Nowhere in the house - and we’ve looked everywhere. No coming out for food, not responding to calls. Nowhere in the fenced back yard, or any of the neighbors’ (whose doors I went and knocked on, and let them know, just in case he somehow made it there). He’s just… not in the house, and I don’t know where he could be.
I don’t remember what happened because it’s so routine to let the dogs out, feed the cats, eat and get out of the house. I do it every single morning. Did I leave the door open and he snuck out? He’s not a runner at all but did I, did he? Did he have a stroke following the surgery and he’s dead in a closet somewhere to be found days from now?
Goddammit Gus. I’ve made flyers and filed a report, he’s microchipped, I spoke to the neighbors but not knowing is… it’d be easier if I knew he was hurt. And thinking he’s outside hiding somewhere perhaps a couple of yards away freezing…
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@Arkandel Ah fuck, I’m so sorry.
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@tsar … He was in a fucking dresser drawer.
The whole fucking day. While I was outside freezing my ass off looking for him, and stressing the fuck out.
Motherfucker.
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@Arkandel I’m so happy to hear that! Man, cats are assholes aren’t they.
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@Arkandel said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
@tsar … He was in a fucking dresser drawer.
The whole fucking day. While I was outside freezing my ass off looking for him, and stressing the fuck out.
Motherfucker.
omfg. cATS.
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@Arkandel said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
@tsar … He was in a fucking dresser drawer.
The whole fucking day. While I was outside freezing my ass off looking for him, and stressing the fuck out.
Motherfucker.
oh my god, fucking cats, why are they like this???
I’m so glad you found him.
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@Arkandel I am glad you fond your cat
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@Arkandel OMG, I’m so glad this update was here. I’m so glad he’s home and a giant fuzzy jerk.
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@Arkandel said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
@tsar … He was in a fucking dresser drawer.
The whole fucking day. While I was outside freezing my ass off looking for him, and stressing the fuck out.
Motherfucker.
This is common.
One of mine did something like this the other day.,
Has a cut on his forleg, got kinda infected, swollen and sore, so we’re keeping a closer eye on him. Goes to nap on my mum’s lounge chair backrest atop it. Mum checks him can’t see him breathing, poke, no response. Calls me, tells me my chonky baby is dead.
I yell his name really loud. That gets him up, mum freaks cause she swore the bastard died right in front, or acurately above her.
The cat’s fine, infection cleared up yesterday, no swelling or anything. Thankfully cause vet bills on Christmas is not a gift anyone wants. On top of the stress of losing a family member.
Motherfuckers indeed!
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Best update post I’ve read all week. I’m so glad you found him.
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@Arkandel Cats do be like that. We have three, and occasionally the our older one will wander off and get lost somewhere obscure. I thought he had somehow gotten out of the apartment(as slow as he is) a month or so back while moving around a bunch of our wedding stuff.
No, he had just shoved himself so deep into the walk in closet, that the only reason I found him at all was because I needed my boots. Otherwise we would’ve never known he was back there. And that little asshole was just looking at me all “What? I’m trying to sleep.”
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I am SO GLAD this had a happy ending!!! I remember when Lyra was a little kitten and we were moving this happened. Packing up the truck but could. Not. Find. Her. Searched the neighborhood but didn’t have much hope.
She’d crawled behind some boxes in the closet.
