My dad died suddenly at the end of May. A month later, my husband’s granny died. A few months later, today, my cat is at the vet, with lungs full of fluid, and a very bad prognosis. If we hadn’t got her in, we would have lost her inside of 24 hours. We’ve been warned we may very well still lose her today, or within a few days. After 15 years of being our perfect pet.
So I reiterate:
Dear Universe – FUCK. YOU.
That is all.