I had a really tough day at work. We had a lot of people missing from our team so there was a lot of slack to pick up.
After work my boyfriend was getting a haircut, then we were going to dinner. Well, on our way there the ex sent me an IM. He said, Snoopy died.
Snoopy was one of my cats. He was the nicest cat I’ve ever met in my life. He loved everyone and always treated people like they were his favorite person in the world. He actually loved to go in the car, too. I’ve just never met a nicer cat. And now he’s gone.
I didn’t know what to do at first. The ex was apologetic, but that soon turned into anger and lashing out at me. I was going to see if my mom could pick the cat up. She lives in a rural area with a lot of land and we buried our other cat there. Well, my mom’s husband took her out to dinner. I told him maybe in the morning I’d come get him and take him out there. He was still angry, so I went tonight.
I drove about 40 minutes to my old apartment and he brought him downstairs in a blanket. I’d brought a box with me and we placed him in it then into the back of my car. My ex then asked if I could take him to get cigarettes, so I agreed.
He wasn’t sick but he did get upper respiratory infections quite a bit. The vet would prescribe antibiotics; it would go away for awhile then come back. Maybe he had pneumonia. I don’t know. He said he didn’t act sick. He just called him for breakfast today and he never came. My ex cried a lot and said he packed a can of Fancy Feast in the blanket with him. He said, these cats are my only companions. I felt sorry and sadness for him.
I drove Snoopy to my mom’s, visited there about a half hour then left. I cried the entire 45 minutes or so home. I feel so heartbroken. I didn’t get to say goodbye. That cat owned a part of my heart.
It’s getting harder and harder to go back to my old place. I actually avoid it at all costs. It makes me feel anxious. I still feel sorry for the ex, though. He is lonely and sad. And, he’d be lonely and sad if I’d never left, but then I would also be lonely and sad still, too.
I have to go to a wedding in the morning and I don’t much feel like celebrating.
The Alcoholic Marriage 