What is this thread all about?
Just a place for general discussion. A place to unload whats on your mind and talk about anything - personal, health, help needed, achievements, daily highs and daily lows, theories, predictions and what have you.
Does not need to be Q related.
Link to Yesterday's General Chat in case anyone had unfinished business there ;)
I also wonder sometimes if God sent him to me when I most needed a companion and took him back once I married my husband as God knew I was then ok without him any more. At that time in my life when I found him, I really struggled with lonliness, feeling unloved and depression so great I wanted most times to die. I had moved out on my own at nineteen when my sibling were all really young, my youngest brother was two then. My mom thought even though I worked full time and hadn’t committed any crimes, never did drugs that I was a bad influence and had told me to stay away. I was only allowed over for the occasional birthday party, not even Christmas, Easter, other holidays or my own birthday. It was really hard. That’s why Charlie was so good for me and I took him everywhere. To this day, I barely have a relationship with my siblings even though I have prayed for years to have a real relationship with them. I am closest to my older brother from my dad’s first marriage even though I didn’t get to know him til I was 21 when I lost my job and apartment ( after an emergency that kept me hospitalized for two weeks ). He took me in. Before that, I had seen him maybe five times in my life.
I also believe God sends little animals or pets to us to help us through our hardest times. It was the same for me when I got my first cat at 10. Things were fine until middle school and high school when I started to get bullied pretty hard. My cat, Thomas (we also called him Tom Cat), was so good to me during those years. He really helped to comfort me and he was always waiting for me when I came home from school.
Then he got cancer on his liver about 5 years ago and he was eaten away by it very quickly. Sadly we had to put him to sleep, he was suffering and there was nothing we could do since he was too old to go through surgery. It was a very hard thing for me to go through since he had been my best friend for so many years. But by then I had gotten through those hard times of my life and was well into adulthood that I could now handle things better on my own, so God brought him home.
Still, we were all so sad by his passing that we adopted a little black cat about a week after Tom Cat's death. He's certainly different, but we still love him.