It’s been a long week here. Mom has been so very sick. I’ve been worried about her. She still managed to take care of me and I love her for that.
Last night she was crying herself to sleep again. I know she feels like she isn’t important to anyone. It didn’t help that her friend stopped by, but he ran out of here and never even hugged her or said good-bye because he got a call that his little boy had to go to the hospital.
I think that’s why mom was crying so much. She was talking out loud saying she was never the little girl that anyone rushed to make sure was alright. All she’s ever gotten is pushed aside, used for whatever purpose people needed her for and then left on the trash pile when they were done with her, like an old rag doll.
I don’t understand why some animals and some humans are never loved and always hurt. What makes one animal or human more worthy than another for love? I can’t wrap my furry brain around that. All I know is mom deserves so much more. She spent all last week fighting just to do her everyday stuff. I can tell she’s really tired and in a lot of pain. Why isn’t anyone ever here for her?
Today I’m grateful for:
1. Mom loves me and takes care of me even when she can’t take care of herself.
2. I have a home.
3. I have food.