there was an article on bay today this evening stating that Kathy won't be able to take cats at the pet rescue anymore because of her allergies.
I read that, and my heart broke. I know that there's nothing I can do, but I feel hopeless, like finding out that something you thought would always be there is suddenly gone. something in me can't stop thinking of frightened little kittens roaming the street with nowhere to go.
I know it seems silly. It just makes me feel like we're losing the good fight. It makes me feel like there's no hope for the good things. It makes my body ache and my chest throb and...I know there's nothing at all that I can do.
I'm an emotional wreck, so tired... I'm going to bed. I'm going to sleep all weekend.