So, today I read another horrifying story about people's pets that breaks my heart. In this case, about 40 dogs have gone missing from a county in Texas over the span of a few months. Theories about what's happening vary, but in my humble opinion, dogfighting is probably the most likely explanation. Family pets are often stolen to be used as bait dogs in dogfighting, and it's disgusting.
This is why I am a strong advocate for changing the classification of pets. Currently in most of the country, pets are considered property. And what is "property" in the minds of the masses? Something you can do whatever you want to.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Ok, so let me start by saying I'm sorry I haven't been on for a while. Depression has a way of doing that to me; I tend to withdraw from people, and try to deal with the situation as best I can. Unfortunately, the dealing part isn't really working out.
This is what's happened:
The fiancé, as most of you know, has been very sick for a while. It has gotten worse. While we now have a definitive diagnosis for it, he had to miss quite a bit of work due to this illness. His work then decided he didn't have short-term disability even though he signed up for it, have refused to pay it, and so that left us without two months of his pay.
I myself am currently getting treated for one or more suspected autoimmune disorders. So I have been very ill as well. Thankfully, where I work is gracious, patient, supportive, and so very caring about it all.
But we are still looking at a ton of financial shortfall. This has led to our car being repossessed. There is no public transportation where we live, so now the fiancé can't get to work at all. Which means even more of a financial shortfall.
We are currently scrambling to find a place to move to that has access to public transportation, and is more affordable. My income alone simply doesn't cut it where we are now. Naturally, finding a place that takes pets is a nightmare in and of itself.
I am not asking for anything more than your good vibes, prayers, thoughts, whatever. There's really no digging out of this right now, and what I could really use is some moral support.
Through it all I've tried to keep writing, but as you can imagine, it's extremely difficult to even get out of bed in the morning, much less do anything I love to do. So Awakening will continued to be delayed, probably until I I can get my life in some sort of order. But I promise to work on it as I can.
Right now, I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. I know there's got to be one, but for the life of me, I can't find it. The despair is overwhelming, the stress is making me sicker, and I just don't know what to do anymore. And honestly, helplessness is the worst feeling of all.