
05/17/2025
I adopted a kitten.
Part of me worried it was too soon after losing my beloved Pushkin. I still grieve for him deeply, and I miss him every day. But the emptiness, the darkness—it became too much to bear.
Grief never leaves me, not just for Pushkin but for the life I’ve lost to illness. I live in pain every minute of every day, and lately, I felt like I was sinking. I even considered seeing a psychiatrist, but I’m already on every medication that could possibly help.
So instead, I took a leap of faith—and brought home a tiny ball of life named Timothy.
And the darkness lifted.
He’s brought a spark of joy, a lovely, playful energy that helps me through each day. I’m in love.