I’m slowly getting back to writing. The quarantine has been a challenge for me – it has significantly increased my workload at my day job. I was already in the midst of depression before the lock down started.
And in the face of so many people losing loved ones – I hesitate to bring up my own grief, as it seem so much less. But I had to put my cat down last week. She was at least 14 (I adopted her as a rescue, so her age was always an appoximation).
She began ailing a couple weeks ago, and after trying some medical interventions, euthanasia was the only option. She’d ceased eating or drinking, and I was watching her slowly starve to death. Given the social distancing measures, only one person could be with her – so I chose to stay and be with her during the injection. I just couldn’t let her go into that alone.
The vet and his staff were so kind, and they let me stay with her before and after.
I’m slowly recovering. I have a couple of stories I am working on – and I will be editing another few chapters of Giving up the Ghost.
I’m even planning on submitting an anthology later this month.
Thanks for sticking around and continuing to read.