Last night I had to make one of life’s most difficult decisions. I had to have my beloved cat, Rudy Catkins put to sleep. He was 17 years old, and weighed only 7 pounds…in his prime he weighed 17 pounds. Rudy had a swollen liver, severely irregular heartbeat and arthritis. But he was blessed that he had had a wonderful life with us, and blessed because I was able to make this hard decision for him, to end his suffering. And I was blessed that I now have the strength to go on in life, despite the trauma involved. Just five months ago, I had been in the hospital, fighting for the will to live. If Rudy had died five months ago, I would have been shattered beyond repair, I don’t know if I would have survived. At this point in my life, I have many tears for my Rudy and I miss him terribly, but I know that I made the right decision and I can go on. I will hold him in my heart forever.
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I’m Christine
My name is Christine and I am almost 45 years old. This is my very first blog. I am writing because I feel like I am living in a closet. But I am not gay, I am mentally ill, I have Schizoaffective Disorder. I also have PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). Not many people know this about me. I have been fearful of “coming out”, because, frankly, the human population has not always been kind to people with mental illness. But isn’t it time that we come to accept all of our bothers & sisters, regardless of their differences?
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