They’ve bought Mau maybe two more weeks of relative comfort, after which we would expect to see a very quick decline.
Two weeks is also the amount of I have left in my current apartment. I’ve avoided talking about my job on the internet for obvious reasons, but at this point they can’t afford to fire me. Literally. To fire someone you have to PAY them, and that hasn’t been happening in a timely manner for months, or at all for weeks. We’ve been teetering at the brink of folding for awhile, and I suspect our time is almost out. So far I’ve kept afloat but between vet bills and the lack of consistent paychecks I can’t continue.
I don’t want to wreck my credit over this, and as much as it KILLS me to give up my warm little apartment, I’m lucky to have the option of staying with my brother for awhile.
Since Mau’s health will most likely begin to plummet right around moving day …. it’s not worth the stress on him, just to gain a day or two.
Mau will not be making the move with me. For almost nine years, virtually my entire adult life, my sense of home has been rooted around my cat. Please tell me how I’m going to get through this, and don’t say steroids.