On my 3rd glass of Chardonnay. I miss my cats. I think everyone wishes they could text their pets. My two cats have been through everything with me. I adopted them as babies in college. They have been with me through every unstable, psychotic, chaotic, impulsive and more and more scenario. I miss them when I’m hospitalized and I love them when I wake up hungover and they’re asleep on the pillow next to me.
I’m sad I can’t bring them to restaurants and stores like therapy dogs but they give me so much love and I really don’t know what I’d do without them. Cheers to all of us surviving another holidays. For all of you who are struggling, you’re not alone. We’re in this together.