My cat Oscar is 11 – I’ve had him since he was 3 months old. For the last 3 years he has suffered with pancreatitis. His illness took an unprecedented turn for the worse July 1st. Luckily, I found a really good vet where we now live and he is on several prescription meds to cope with his illness. Some are working – some – I don’t know.
What is heartbreaking about this is that he has been so happy for the last 2 months in our new home – with so much more room to run and play. His illness has stopped all that. He sleeps most of the time now and I can tell he is not feeling well – even on the meds.
This prompted me to sink into a deep depression myself. As he is my sole companion here and has been for many years. I am a recluse. The idea of losing him is just so painful for me it takes me to a very dark place.
The people closest to me all know how much Oscar means to me and everyone has been very kind and understanding.
I cannot work at this time. What began with so much promise – my full-time art career 2 months ago – has abruptly been halted. Another source of my deepening depression.
It has only been 11 days – but to me and Oscar it feels like years.
I want to let you know I am stronger than this depression. I’ve faced the darkness before and I have come through back into the light.
I only ask for your patience.
I also want to say – how grateful I am that I no longer work for that horrible employer in Silicon Valley – at least now I can be home to care for this little creature who has given me nothing but his love and trust for 11 years. I am grateful beyond measure.