And now our cat has a tumor that needs to be removed. Wednesday. May or may not be malignant. These cats are like our children. H was lightly concerned and then said he hopes it’s not a lot of money. It is. I started crying and went in the other room. He got on the phone with a friend. I left. I don’t know how to face this alone. I was already feeling bad. I don’t know if H can’t add this to his plate and show proper love and concern or not. I had to put another pet to sleep this summer by myself and H showed no feeling until he had to bury it and then he fell apart. I’m so exhausted. I can’t face going home and crying by myself in my room.
