Life has been very lifey for me over the past year. My senior cat developed cystitis or feline lower urinary tract disease or whatever and I was under the impression that this could clear up, but his case was unmanageable. It became too hard to fight for the both of us and I finally had to let go of my cat Butters. He was 16.

Because I have been in the role of caretaker for the past year, my mental health has suffered a lot. I had good intentions and a lot of plans that I just didn’t have the mental energy to start let alone even think about. Right now, I’m grieving for my little butterball and I’m trying to remember what it was like not to worry. I’m taking it one day at a time, but I do have things going on in the background. I have to learn to breathe in and actually exhale this time.

Stay tuned.