...that my cat would one day lead me into another triggering event for depression. But that has happened. I worry alot. I guess that's just my nature. On the Friday forum I posted that my cat has been suffering from dirreaha. Here's the deal, it could just be she's got a mild bug, or it could be worse. Problem is don't have the money to take care of her. And I am worried that I am going to come home to an apartment full of cat crap all over the place. Plus the fact that I know she is not feeling well, saddens me deeply. And there is only one thing I can do. I am going to take her out into the country tonight and cut her loose. I can't have her crapping all over the house and I can't afford the treatment. Because this is such an evil act, and it shows just how pathetic I am, that I can't even take care of a cat, I certainly can not take care of myself. I am out of food, out of money and out of time. Once the cat is gone, I think I will go too.