After a trip to the vet, we learned that our cat is in kidney failure (his creatinine, the lab correlated with kidney function was 8.1; anything above 1.6 is abnormal and anything greater than 5 is stage 4 full on kidneys are about to shut down).

It's hard not to believe there isn't a depressed Russian novelist writing out my life.

Like what the actual fack. We got the cat as a therapy animal for our older child and now the cat is dying. And let's not forget how the dove died a few months ago as well. I know that pets die; it's a shitty reality. But did our's have to be dying a month after we get him??? It feels like there is a leaden weight in my chest and I just can't unclench.

On top of which, we got outbid on trying to buy a house. My hours got cut by twenty percent at my job. The boulder is too heavy and the vultures are too many...