• Blue

    by  • September 24, 2013 • Knock it Off • 0 Comments

    Mother,
    You have no idea how badly you hurt me. I didn’t ask to have Blue put down, you told me I had to and after a while I agreed it would be the most humane. But don’t you dare tell me how to have him put down and what to do with his remains, because he is my cat. And it is my money. This is a very painful process I’m going through, I spend every night crying at the thought of not being able to hold him or pet him or see his sparkling yellow eyes after this week. He’s been a major part of my life since I was a child, and you telling me I can’t have him cremated because he’s, “Not a person. Your dad being cremated was different. Blue isn’t a person, just have your brother and step-dad take him out to the woods to shoot him and bury him” so I’ll never be able to see him again. It’s hard enough knowing I won’t have him anymore, the LEAST I want to do is have his ashes to have a part of him with me. When I was grieving over Dad, having his ashes gave me the slightest bit of comfort knowing that he wasn’t completely gone. This is already hard enough as it is, I want anything I can to help ease this process and you should too. Having him put down and cremated is expensive, but it is my fucking money and I am tired of you telling me how to spend it. I am an adult, I earned my money and I should be able to spend it however I want. And if I want to spend $200-300 on my favorite pet’s death, I fucking will. Because I can, and it’ll help me. If you want me to sink back into my suicidal depression again because I no longer have anything of my favorite pet, forcefully take him from me. I’m sick of you not being considerate for other people’s problems and then expecting us to be sympathetic of yours. That’s not how it fucking works.

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