My good boy..

 Dear Diary;

So… not a great weekend.

mom’s birthday was yesterday (Saturday) and that was all well and good. My brother came home for the night, which was a nice surprise. I felt worse yesterday then I had all last week. My throat hurt and it felt like I had something lodged in there that I just couldn’t swallow or spit up. I drugged myself up pretty good and slept all afternoon. I felt a bit better this morning, but I still can’t shake this cold/sore throat.

My good boy, Boots, is sick and I am very upset and worried about him. He’s my cat, in case you don’t remember/didn’t know. I’m not sure what exactly is wrong with him but I am calling the vet first thing in the morning and making an appointment. He hasn’t eaten all day, he makes a strange little noise occasionally and he started peeing on the floor in the basement again. I think he’s either got a bladder infection or something else because it seems to hurt him when I touch his tummy. It KILLS me to see him not well cause he’s a mama’s boy.  I love him more than I love my dad–> and that’s not an exaggeration. He’s been sleeping in the basement by himself (unusual) all weekend. When I went to close the basement door tonight and say goodnight/ check on him I cried a little bit and told him if he could just hang on until morning I would take care of him. My poor baby. If anything happens to him I’ll be destroyed. I’m so scared that I’ll find him lifeless in the morning- which is why I told him to just hang on until morning.

Ugh. It kills me. It’s killing me.