The universe can back the &#@! off now
Nov. 11th, 2002 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omimouseWell, last week was the week from the Abyss . . .
First, the bank grumbles about not being able to verify Ebon's rent as income because it's not rent, it's part of our household finances. Fine, Ebon puts his name on the loan and submits the paperwork and we wait while they ponder at the speed of an oak.
Then, on the sixth, Fingerprint the cat, who has been with the family for ten and a half years, went into convulsions and died. In front of the kids. The 5- and 9-year-olds who have grown up with Fingerprint as their big sister. While we were expecting this, (her health had been declining for several months) it still hurt. This was on top of Warin's mom being her usual manipulative self and sending Warin a letter that was calculated to undo all the work he and I have been doing to put him back together.
We buried Her Excellency on the seventh, comforted the kids, and hoped that Happy, who had been missing for two weeks at that point, would come home soon.
The kids found what was left of my furred son on the eighth. Catchild put the remains in a box because he was my cat, and she was most adamantly *not* going to let me take care of that when I was so incoherent that I couldn't speak. He was three and a half years old. He was my baby.
The girls went to Catchild's mom's house that night because they needed to be away from the house to dull the memory of finding the mutilated body of what was effectively their little brother.
I'm feeling somewhat better now. I've broken down and sobbed on Warin several times over the weekend, and it *has* helped. It still hurts, and I want him back, but it's much more bearable now. The fact that Warin's path is that of the compassion that is part of Death helped me tremendously. The fact that Happy's furry, purring, *whole* spirit has been keeping me company has also helped a lot.
The Universe can really stop slinging feces our way now.
First, the bank grumbles about not being able to verify Ebon's rent as income because it's not rent, it's part of our household finances. Fine, Ebon puts his name on the loan and submits the paperwork and we wait while they ponder at the speed of an oak.
Then, on the sixth, Fingerprint the cat, who has been with the family for ten and a half years, went into convulsions and died. In front of the kids. The 5- and 9-year-olds who have grown up with Fingerprint as their big sister. While we were expecting this, (her health had been declining for several months) it still hurt. This was on top of Warin's mom being her usual manipulative self and sending Warin a letter that was calculated to undo all the work he and I have been doing to put him back together.
We buried Her Excellency on the seventh, comforted the kids, and hoped that Happy, who had been missing for two weeks at that point, would come home soon.
The kids found what was left of my furred son on the eighth. Catchild put the remains in a box because he was my cat, and she was most adamantly *not* going to let me take care of that when I was so incoherent that I couldn't speak. He was three and a half years old. He was my baby.
The girls went to Catchild's mom's house that night because they needed to be away from the house to dull the memory of finding the mutilated body of what was effectively their little brother.
I'm feeling somewhat better now. I've broken down and sobbed on Warin several times over the weekend, and it *has* helped. It still hurts, and I want him back, but it's much more bearable now. The fact that Warin's path is that of the compassion that is part of Death helped me tremendously. The fact that Happy's furry, purring, *whole* spirit has been keeping me company has also helped a lot.
