all xoB's suggestions are good, but this part bears repeating.

Got the boy's ashes today.
Stopped crying long enough to put on a no-make-up-make-up face.
Halting my drinking to send this.
Subsequent pauses may be the halt and the lame.

I mean wtf am I going to do with a box of charred cat?
I want my annoying, scratch, noisy, trouble back.

And yes I'm being maudlin. Becos I am drunk.
And if it kills me, it kills me. Dramatic overstatment there - at least as far as tonight goes.
Oh, did I mention I was drunk and nonsensical?

My baby boy in a box which however nicely done could hold bath salts. And the label says Dizzy . That's not his name, that's his name,that's not name.

(((((Hugs)))))


Sent by thought transference

I'm so sorry, Sundae. Please stop drinking no matter how sad you are. As much as he loved you, I'm sure he doesn't want to meet you in Heaven so soon. Maybe one day far, far in the future, but not today.

^WSS

Ahhh hon. Sorry, I only just saw this. *hugs*

Sundae, I know you must be hurting.

So sorry, Sundae. Please take Lola's advice. We'll all get there, but you still have things to do here. {{{hugs}}}

Keep checking in, Cherry. Sometimes just knowing we're here can help.

Cherry I am sad that you are sad. Can you give him a decent burial? He was a good cat and he loved you as much you love him. I know about the pain of losing a
beloved pet, but I also know that we move on. And sometimes we get a new pet.
As time goes on I tend to not think about Kung Pao Kitty as much, and even with Chloe in my life I fondly think back to all the good times. But I don't think about her as much as I used to. I know that you are hurting now, but time heals all wounds. Take care of yourself. Better things are yet to come.

I'm still sorry for your loss.

But. Please, please do not let this event be a reason to drink more. For you, drinking is slowly killing yourself. Please stop killing yourself. Please.

The booze will not increase your well-being. Obsessing over your loss will not increase your well-being. Accepting your loss and not manipulating negative thoughts might increase your well-being. If you ever meditate this is the moment. For myself, unfocused contemplation of nothingness usually is the way through. If you have difficulty, you could youtube a guided meditation for support.

Being threatened by angry truck drivers who have been given months to get necessary medical treatment but have chosen not to. Yet who feel entitled to continue driving even though their medical conditions make them a public menace.

I don't want the threats, because the first person to be shot will be my 20-something receptionist who spends her life being charming to people who verbally abuse her, and is the most vulnerable of us because she sits at the front desk. I take on every asshole who is rude to my staff, and most of them back down. But there's sometimes the guy who is angry if I can't unleash his drug abuse/sleep apnea/inability to safely perform the essential functions of his job on the rest of his co-workers/society. I take each one up on what is inappropriate, I sympathize with his need to work, and I do everything in my power to work with him and keep him in his job.

Sometimes it doesn't work out, and I don't delegate any of the unpleasantness. But it upsets me to think that, when that guy comes back with the intent to kill us all, he'll kill my innocent staff before I even know he's in the place, before I can even confront him.

(Yes, I have used the male pronoun in this post. So far I haven't had a woman threaten to kill me, although I'm sure it could happen.)

If he shows up going postal, try this ... Rx: ṪṪ 124gr Pb IC stat


(That's 2 x 9mm (NATO standard 124 grain lead) rounds to the head. The 1st drops him. The 2nd keeps him from twitching which can be so annoying.)

I don't own a handgun, but think I should consider ...

My staff worry about the postal issue regularly. One day it will happen, just like the clinic in eastern PA.