This is the last picture I took with my 15 year old cat Amber on the day she died. She had been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer (it was so stage 4 the vet couldn’t even tell where the cancer had originated- it was everywhere) and had to be put down that day since she couldn’t eat anymore and weighed maybe 4 pounds at that point. I drove down from FSU where I’m a student so I could be with her in her final moments, and I will literally never forget the sound she made when she saw me walk up to her that afternoon. It was the happiest meow/chirp I have ever heard, and I never knew an animal’s voice could convey such unmistakable joy. She died in my arms a couple hours after this photo was taken, and now a garden grows above her. I love you forever Ambie
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.
