10/30/05

Overall  today was a really nice day.  I did something stupid that kind of ruined it, but I tend to like makeing myself miserable it seems.

It was beautiful outside so we headed to Dinosaur State Park.  It was awesome.  Seems in the late ’60’s they were excavated to build a build and  found thousands of dinosaur tracks.  They made a park out of the area instead.  It’s pretty awe inspiring to go into the dome building and see some of the tracks.  After leaving the dome we went on a hike on the nature trails.  The first hour was great.  Then we realized we couldn’t find our way back lol  Of course we eventually did and everyone enjoyed themselves. 

After that we took a long way back to a place we wanted to eat at.  After  eating (here’s where the stupid part comes in) I decided to stop by the Humane Society to see if our cats were still there.  We walked around the adoption area and didn’t see them, although one black cat looke amazingly like Raven, but the info on him was wrong and then  later it seemed his eyes were different.  Anyway, there was another room that I didn’t know we could go in with a few cats.  The hubby said we could so we looked.  There was an older couple in there looking so I couldn’t get close to the cats on the end, but I saw one that I KNEW was my Chucky.  The lady looked at his info and sure enough it was him.  He’s sick and on meds, but they also  have a  note saying he’s agressive with other cats. He wasn’t the agresser  at home. He wasn’t clean looking and just didn’t look right in the eyes.  I’m hoping it’s just the meds. There was a note saying to "let Jodie know when he is ready to be adopted".  The hubby asked about that and apparently Jodi is their PR person.  Seems she will help get him adopted out since he’s from LA.  I’m praying he’ll go to a good, loving home. 

 He recognized me.  I wanted so much to take him out of there and bring him home.  I still feel like crying. He loved  me so much. I can’t belive what I did to my babies.  I told the hubby if we get a place that  takes pets and he’s still there, I’m getting him back.  I know I complained about the cats a lot, but I loved them beyond belief.   Anyway, that put a damper on the day since I’ve been depressed every since.

Seeing Chucky has also made me extremely homesick.  I would give almost anything to be able to go back to the way things were.  I just want to go home.  I was reading on NOLA.com that my mall opened Friday.  Things are getting back up there I suppose.   I want my cats.  I want my home.  I want my old life back.  I’m praying that I’ll feel normal again soon, but it just doesn’t seem to be happening.  I want to go home.