Monday, February 14, 2011


I am pretty sure I don't get mad often. I get frustrated, upset, and bitter, but I rarely experience anger.

Today, I'm really angry.

Someone dear to me is getting married, and her fiancee is allergic to cats. She's decided to put both of them down. One cat is really old, and has a myriad of health problems. The other cat, however, is fine. She is old, but you wouldn't know it by the way she acts. Put her on a proper diet and she'd be wonderful. My friend's vet is complying with her wishes to put both cats down.

Let's just say this: I've dated Zack for about 4 years now, and if he wanted to get married right away but I had to get rid of my cat, he knows damn well we would have to wait. I've known my cat longer than I've known him and I would not kill my cat because it made my boyfriend sneeze.

Okay, that was harsh. But I don't know if you know this, this goes against EVERYTHING in me. It is so painful to watch her make this decision when I know there are better options out there. I had ONE DAY and I found that cat an alternative.

Ugh I can't even talk about this anymore. Just one more push towards my dream of working in animal rescue, I guess.