#last kidney cat I had lasted 2 weeks and then had to go to the pet hospital

[actualmichelle]

The last time I went to the dentist my jaw was clicking and they were like oooh your jaw is noisy~~ and I was like yes I grind my teeth a lot, must be the stress.

Ever since I notice myself grinding my teeth, stop, then start doing it again as soon as I'm no longer paying attention :)

[megpricephotography]

Today, I had to go to the vets & collect new meds for Flynn. I was asked to sign a form before paying . Why? Cause Flynn's a special dog, who now has to take CAT medicine!! (Hideously expensive cat medicine - although, to be fair, for little kitty-cats it'd last 3+ months, for Flynn more like 3-4 weeks!)

The health issue Flynn has is actually more common in felines than canines (For those who've not seen my prev posts - Flynn only has one kidney. Unfortunately, his kidney has become increasingly "leaky". As a result, Flynn's now losing significant amounts of protein in his pee & that's not good at all for a few reasons). Currently, there's only 1 type of medication (Fortekor) licensed to treat the problem in dogs. Flynn tried that in Dec & it appeared to make him feel unwell & didn't seem very effective. Semintra is only licensed for use in cats but can be prescribed off label for dogs. It's a good job Flynn can't read cause he's scared of cats & he'd be none too pleased to know he's taking stuff meant for them!

Recent research on dogs shows Selmintra may actually be the most effective treatment option - better than the more commonly used Fortekor. However, very rarely, it can have scary side-effects - in cats & dogs. Vet & I feel potential benefits outweigh the risks at this point but I am nervous & will remain so until we go for a check-up, including lab work, in 2 weeks (end of Jan).

Anyway, please think good thoughts for dear Flynnie... I can't deny, I'm pretty worried about him. In himself, he thankfully seems to be feeling mostly OK for now but we need to get a handle on his condition as soon as possible.

[ashandboneca]

Tesla 2005-2025

We lost our best boy on Saturday.

My darling soul cat. I am humbled, honoured, and exceedingly privileged to share 20 years with you. To my food stealing gremlin, and the reason we couldn't leave bread on the counter. My greatest comfort during the entirely of my 20's, when I was still finding myself. When I couldn't care for myself, I knew I had to care for you, and that made me care for myself. Rest well, in all of the sunbeams you can find, fighting with your sister and staring at birds on the other side of the rainbow bridge. I will love you forever buddy, to the moon and back.

He was set to turn 20 in September. His decline was much less steep than his sister, but he lost a tonne of weight in the last 2 months. The vet's bloodwork was pretty much what we had assumed it would be - kidney issues, heart issues. She did note an increase in liver enzymes, and with his age she did mention it could be cancer. With the amount he wasted away, despite eating double the amount he had been, we suspect that was the case.

He also had feline dementia, so he spent a lot of time not really knowing what was going on, wandering aimlessly, and yowling. his gait was shaky, and he would drag one of his back feet slightly when he walked.

We had talked a few weeks ago, as he seemed to be getting worse and more thin, and so we set the date for Saturday. It was so quick, gentle, and painless. He was so relaxed at the vet, and I think he felt some degree of relief in being allowed to let go and rest.

He was my first pet as an adult. I had always wanted a cat, but my grandmother and mother did not like cats. We always had dogs, which I also love (and have one), but he was special. The run of his litter, the only one in his litter with his colouring. He had grey eyes as a kitten.

We took him home on a whim, and he settled into the household as the only cat for 2 years. He was never very smart, but boy was he cunning and clever. He was poly dactyl, so he was able to pry cupboards open. We had to put baby locks on the cupboards. His zoomies were epic - one time as a kitten he was zooming so hard he slid across the kitchen floor and hit the fridge so hard he popped his collar off (he was fine!). He loved to jump and climb on everything.

He was the opposite of cuddly or affectionate. Unlike our other cat, who was deeply silly and unserious, he was a very serious boy. He loved pets and head and chin scritches, and tolerated being picked up or held for a short time - but he was always just content to watch. If you were crying, he would come over and boop you with his nose.

I miss him so fiercely. I feel like I had just gotten to a place of grieving my other cat only to lose him 6 months later, almost to the day. His little shrine is set up, and we pick up his paw print, paw/nose prints, and fur tomorrow. The routine, again, is so hard. Most especially because in the last months of his life, he was a very loud boy. The apartment has a stillness I am not used to, and it feels unsettling. I miss his little purrs when he woke up, his loud purrs, and his little, curious, and intensely judgmental face. I miss his personality.

I miss him.

So we start the cycle of grief again.

[oattoast]

cw vent, sick cat, mention of pet death. grief.

Greasy took a turn for the worse. We rushed to the vet again yesterday. She was straining and dripping bloody urine everywhere two days after finishing up a round of antibiotics. They tested her urine yesterday, and today told me over the phone that there's no bacteria. It could be caused by cancer, crystals, or stress (idiopathic cystitis or something like that). Unfortunately the urinary stress food has chicken in it, which she has an intolerance to, and I don't see any other options for food. It's hard enough to find a kidney food she can eat with no chicken.

On the week Greasy became sick, I was under an extreme amount of stress. I had two university system transfer applications due, final exams and papers, my childhood best friend hundreds of miles away was recently disabled and sick and now her husband is leaving her so I was trying to support from afar because she has little family support, my sister was going through abdominal pain and too traumatized to go to the doctor, my dad had some virtual proctored tests for his auto mechanic job licenses and had to use my computer and was techphobic and overwhelmed by it and being an ass, I was withdrawing from rexulti (a psych med that had been supporting my functioning for a year but had intolerable side effects), etc. I fear that if Greasy's illness is caused by stress, it is my fault because it was my own stress that she perceived and absorbed.

Today, Greasy ate maybe 15% of the food I served her. I fear she is nearing the end. Her body doesn't want to fight anymore. She struggles with the stress of subcutaneous fluids every other day, medications multiple times a day, and frequent vet visits. The vet noticed she was extra afraid yesterday. I think she is protesting. Her body is tired and she doesn't want to do this anymore.

I think back to September, when the vet gave her only a few weeks to live. On the car ride home I promised her I would never take her to the vet again. We did everything we could to keep her comfortable. And she got better instead. She stopped hiding under the bed. She started eating with gusto. She was herself again, loving and sweet. It was good. It was so, so good for two months. I felt like I stole her back from death. I was grateful for the extra time. I tried to be present every day and feel how lucky we were. I loved her.

Then two weeks ago I got stressed, and she got sick. I got greedy for more time. All of December I've just been dragging her to the vet for tests and more treatments when she gets sick. I want her to be comfortable. I want to avoid suffering. Am I doing that? Am I forcing her to stay alive with me now, under so much stress from fluids and medicines and especially vet visits? Am I being selfish? She went down from a healthy 9-10 pounds to just 5.95 pounds in the last couple of years. I can feel her ribs and the bumps of her spine. She is weak and anemic, which makes her cold. She just wants to cuddle and purr. She is very old. Eighteen years of being my constant companion and dearest friend. I don't experience romantic or sexual attraction, so I'll never have a partner in life. I'm in my thirties. My friends and family partnered off and have started their lives. Greasy has been my closest friend and family. She gives me physical affection. She gives me purpose and motivation to get up when I can't scrounge it up for myself. She is home, safety, comfort. And has been for 18 years. Am I blinded to her suffering because of how much I don't want to let her go?

We stopped the "just in case" antibiotic today and kept her on an opiate pain med, which has stopped all the urinary symptoms (a sign that this is not a UTI and is in fact stress related). I have 2 more days of the opiate. I will talk to her regular vet tomorrow to go over the blood work we took yesterday and make a solid treatment plan in depth. I am going to emphasize comfort care. Just pain medicine.

My dad asked me why I'm crying so much, when I already did my crying back in September when we got the first bad prognosis. He said I got these bonus months already. We got a good long time out of Greasy. I did my grieving.

I don't think I'll ever be done grieving her, long after she is gone. I didn't do all my crying. I never will do all my crying. I think I will grieve as long as I live, and that's okay. It's beautiful to have shared a life with this small precious creature so full of love and comfort and safety. It was so good to have 18 years of uncomplicated healthy constant companionship. This is a gift. The pain is only proportional to the love. Big love. Big loss. Big pain.

[newhologram]

Okay, baby’s first surgery. Had to be at the hospital at 5:30am. They did more pre-op labs and EKG just to be extra safe. Both arms’ veins aren’t in great shape so they didn’t even try the IV there. They couldn’t get my left hand but were able to get my right (ow!). Blood rushed out all over my hand, oops. Techs kept asking if I had kids, presumably because I was about to get sterilized. Every time I told them I have 4 cats, they laughed. They all took good care of me and my main nurse remembered me from my 3 day flare-up stay last year. The anesthesiologist asked about the fibromyalgia. He understood that it makes surgery a lot more painful (plus slower healing and can cause a flare) so he made sure to have the right drugs ready for me. He even asked if I have a pain doctor so I explained the whole ordeal I went through getting and losing mine, how I can’t get one that’ll give me the right meds. He shook his head and expressed frustration at how hard it is for patients to get adequate pain management. 100%, dude. Then I finally got to meet the surgeon. Been going to his OBGYN office for a few years but never got to interact with him. We went over the procedure and he warned me that there’s a chance the endometriosis might make it hard for him to even access my uterine tubes. I let him know about my past MRI findings (lesion on bladder, multiple on colon, kidneys backed up, enlarged pelvic lymph nodes, fatty liver) so he kept that in mind. When I woke up, it was instant shaking and crying. The pain was so bad it had my teeth chattering, the same kind of terrible cramping I get from the endo. Someone goofed and had already taken out my IV before I woke up so they had to put it back into my sore hand to give me a dose of hydromorphone. One wasn’t enough though, I couldn’t settle down, so they gave me another. Thankfully the pain’s been manageable since I got home, I’m mostly sore and tender at the incisions. So tiny! Other than that, my throat and mouth are raw from the breathing tube and I'm definitely feeling the gas pain referring to my shoulders. I was hoping to talk to the surgeon after to hear how it went but he was already gone💀Bruh. No info about whether there were any cysts or lesions. I have to wait 2 weeks for a follow up. I know we have to wait for pathology anyway but I wanted to hear what he saw in there. Hope I get to see pics at the follow up at least. :\ I was also sent home without antibiotics or painkillers, which I think must be a mistake? I was told at my consult a year ago I’d be given stuff. So gotta call them again tomorrow. Luckily I still have some bentyl so I took that as soon as I got home. They cleared me for cannabis and whatever else I need right away. Going to see about getting another vitamin IV infusion soon. My friend is going to stay with me during the day to help me out this first week but I’m still taking extended time off to focus on rest and healing. So far my body isn’t freaking out as bad as I thought it would but we’ll see. Relieved to officially be permanently sterilized. ❌🤰 Thanks for all the messages! I’ll keep everyone updated when I learn more.

[bardiccharm]

If you don't stick around for this one, that's fair. It's fairly sad and involves a heavy topic (I have tw: it)

I haven't posted original shit in *years* but here we are. Every time I look at my profile photo all I wanna do is cry.

Yesterday, November 1st at 12:15pm, my spouse and I took our big baby cat Achmed to his last vet appointment. He didn't yowl, he didn't fight. He was tired. He was done. After 11 years, and 2 months of fighting, eating nasty ass medicine, watching both of us breaking because we couldn't do anything to make him feel any better, he was done.

On Labor Day this year we came home to him unable to greet us like he normally did. When he tried to walk, he was winded and worse yet he couldn't feel or use his front paw. He tried, but without being able to use it, he just fell on his face. We scooped him up, put him in his carrier and took him to the nearest vet ER where he was diagnosed in early stage heart failure and told that he had thrown a clot which was stuck in his leg. Originally they floated an amputation, pending his reaction to medicine we begged to even try and use to give him a fighting chance. If he didn't respond in 24 hrs, they said we would need to put him down. 24 hrs later, every 8 hours he was given his medicine. He wouldn't eat the food he had (as we learned from internal medicine, not his normal vet, is a common reaction for cats when sick) and went from 20lbs ragdoll to 9.75. she gave him the same diagnosis for the paw but on a urinalysis, caught his protein levels heightened and additionally diagnosed him with kidney disease. Both are degenerative diseases with no cure.

Internal medicine gave us hope. They said he was active and with the new food, eating again, he would be okay a little longer and maybe even get to see his 12th birthday. We weren't going to hope for that, we just wanted one more Samhain and Yule with him. He gave us one, but not the other. He was starting to turn I noticed about a week before, but with a new little addition (a long haired tuxedo kitten named Thor) seemed to perk up and eat again. We monitored exactly how much he drank, making sure water was *always* available everywhere. All the churu sticks and wet food he could want ever, with dry kibble separated in a bowl.

His health went south so quickly...

In 12 hours, he went from being able to jump (albeit not with the normal grace he did) onto the bed or into the closet, to being barely able to walk down the hall to the bathroom to sleep on the bath mat. (He hated cat beds and preferred to steal hoodies and blankets and fabrics). From cuddles with him laying on us to him curling at the end of the bed and watching the door.

The last night we knew. When he wobbled standing, hadn't eaten or drank in 24 hours and threw up his medicine. He was done. His last acts were to give one last soft purr and a paw of approval with Thor and the only cuddle he would get with him after days of the little one's excitement to meet him fully. We made an ornament with his paw print, wrapped him in his favorite flannel fabric he liked to curl up on while he chattered at squirrels and napped in the sunlight and after calling the vet and Aquamation facility, took him on the hardest drive I've ever made.

They brought us in and let us give him loves before they got him set up. When he came back he didn't move from the blanket, just stayed in it and wondered why we were sad. We chose to stay with him the whole time, told him how much we love him and will miss him but that it was almost over sweet boy. The vet came in, explained what he was going to overdose him on sedative before putting him fully asleep. We stayed with our baby until he was gone and then a little after to fully say goodbye and that we loved him again before leaving....

I love you bubbaloo. I'm sorry I couldn't make you feel any better. I'm sorry I couldn't spoil you as a baby like I hope I get the chance to do for your little brother. I'm sorry I couldn't stop you from being sick. I'm sorry for all the nasty medicine but I am *so* grateful you fought to make it to Samhain. I am thankful for the wonderful 11 years you were with me, through everything from breakups to being married to your Papa to losing your big fur brother Kody. You get to see him now too. And your siblings and dad and Grandpa. They've been waiting for you and they came to get you and make sure you aren't going alone across the Rainbow Bridge. Kody especially, waited for you to go with him. We'll see you again one day buddy and I hope to have so many stories for you.

I love you more than the stars baby boy

- Jess

[suckitsurveys]

Have you ever gotten into an accident with you parents’ car?: I mean, technically in my mom’s car, but at that point I was the main one driving it.

Ever thought of just picking up and moving far away?: I mean, sometimes. But never seriously.

What’s the wallpaper on your computer?: On the one I’m on it’s a really cool fan art piece of the “Hollywoo” hills from BoJack, complete with the sign missing the D and BoJack’s house.

What is the last thing/person you took a picture of?: My kitty.

Name a band/artist you like that isn’t that popular.: I don’t know, everyone I’m into right now is pretty popular.

Can you lift your significant other (your best friend if you’re single)?: I can get his feet off the ground but not like, carry him.

What is the first vehicle you recall your parents/guardians owning?: A blue Ford Aerostar minivan. My dad had a “work van” too but I can’t remember what kind of car it was. I think it was a Dodge Ram?

You only have $5 for the whole week; What do you buy with it?: I have no idea what that would even get me. For the whole week? Do I already have food in the house?

What was the worst job you’ve ever had?: Party City.

Have you ever seen counterfeit money?: Maybe.

Have you ever lost a pet you were attached to?: Yes.

You’re at an amusement park; What ride do you want to go on first?: I mean, it would depend on the park.

You can read minds; Whose mind do you snoop around in first?: No thank you.

What was the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done?: I’m not sure.

Do you ever talk to inanimate objects?: Oh yes.

Pick one: Laundry, Dishes, or Vacuuming?: Laundry, because I can do other stuff while it’s happening.

Have you ever moved and had to change schools growing up?: Nope.

You are forced to move out-of-state. Where do you go?: I don’t see that happening, and if I was being forced to move I probably wouldn’t have a choice of where I’d be going either.

Name the most meaningful thing a non-relative has done for you.: My best friend fought to get me into the dress rehearsal for SNL and I will always be eternally grateful to her.

The highway and back roads take you to the same place; Choose your route: It would depend on my mood honestly.

You’re going to be a mom/dad; What do you think/do?: Get an abortion.

Have you ever tried to fold a piece of paper more than 7 times?: I probably have.

Are you more likely to give up or persist when you’re having trouble?: It would entirely depend on the situation.

Do you resemble one parent more than the other?: I look more like my dad for sure.

Your best friend needs a kidney to survive; Do you give them one of yours?: I would consider it.

Your brother breaks into your house; Do you press charges?: I don’t have a brother.

Name a big life event that has taken place for you within the last 2 years.: Getting to see SNL live lol.

Do you end up regretting things you say often?: I end up over-analyzing everything.

Would you rather have a huge cat or a tiny dog?: Huge cat.

Pringles or Lay’s Stax?: Pringles.

Name one difficult lesson you’ve learned.: Grief doesn’t get easier.

Name one thing you look forward to as you get older.: Oh god.

Do you use your hands when you talk to emphasize what you are saying?: Oh yes, I am a big hand-talker. It helps my brain remember shit.

You own a huge business; What is it?: An event planning business is my dream.

Are you afraid to ask for help when you know that you need it?: Usually. I hate inconveniencing anyone ever.

Should adopted kids be allowed to find their birth parents if they want to?: Sure.

Name somebody you think died before their time.: Lots of people.

Name the possession you’ve had the longest.: This little horse figuring I got on Mackinac Island when I was 4.

You’re writing a novel; Is it horror, mystery, romance, etc.?: Just fiction with some rom-com influence.

You have an embarrassing secret; Do you tell anyone?: I mean, it depends?

Will you usually admit it when you’ve made a mistake? Yeah.

[archmage-ansrit]

I had been pondering and debating whether or not to draw attention to this, since it all began during a time when there were being scams of people that don't even have pets asking for money using stolen pet pictures... but now it's not as important and I've had time to process it.

Warning for mentions of death.

November 2023 we lost one of our cats, and then on December it was the second anniversary of the death of our dog.

Both of them were amazing pets for a person that is so quick to feel drained as I am.

So, I feel like I should talk about them. Starting from the very beginning.

This is Lucky. Not particularly imaginative but he is! My brother found him as a kitten, abandoned in a local park; he was really concerned for the kitten, and took him with him. He took the kitten to the vet because there was something strange on one of the eyes - he has a tiny nick ON HIS EYE, but the vet managed to save the eye!

Mom wasn't super-thrilled, but the kitten endeared himself to her enough to keep.

Then, Thomas.

He 100% used to be a housecat. A coworker of my mom's found him in her backyard, limping a little - knowing we had taken in a cat already, she wondered if we wanted to take in another.

Yes. It helped a lot that this cat is gentle and well-behaved. A quick vet visit revealed the leg was just a bit swollen, probably from a bruise. By the second day he responded to the name we gave him, and when presented a collar, he stood still for us to put it on.

Vet calculated, approximately, he was like 4 or 5 years old already.

Then Blacky, the one that just passed last November. And her kittens.

That is Blacky, The Darling (the one with short hair) and Merida. Not included are Babe (I don't have pictures of her that won't make me Doxx myself), and a male kitten we only had for like 2 weeks before someone else adopted him.

My mom picked Blacky up with her kittens included. At first we thought Blacky was young herself, since she was so small.

We only had a little plate for food, so we worried it would be chaotic. The kittens were actually old enough for kibble, and maybe all of them would jump on the plate at the same time.

Kind of! Blacky actually waited for her kittens to eat - we refilled the plate for the kittens that had yet to eat, and only after we refilled the plate a second time did she begin to eat.

Blacky turned out to be older than we thought, probably 6 years, and had really bad teeth from a life in the street. She was easily angered, and distrustful of Thomas (probably because he is a larger cat), she allowed herself to be picked up only briefly, starting to hiss if we held her for too long. We eventually won her over, and she allowed herself to be handled for longer periods of time.

She became larger, as did her kittens. They were malnourished, but now they had food aplenty.

Then came Spot, the troublemaker.

He only has a single brushstroke of white on his head. Cried a lot, very nervous, but loving and cuddly.

Then, Trooper, our dog.

He was a housepet, no doubt. He could shake! He warned us when he needed to go outside.

Literally followed mom home one day.

Really chill dog. He probably was 6 years when we got him. His teeth were horrid. He didn't run or jump too much.

I loved him as much as I could.

Then, Otto.

He is more energetic than the others, and gets into the occasional fight with others.

Trooper would bark at them whenever that happened, helped get some order back.

Trooper was sick, though, we didn't know how much just yet. He loved getting bits of ham, and French fries, and he nuzzled so gently.

He had kidney problems, and even trying to get medications for him we weren't quite on time. He would have difficulty walking, and, in fact, that picture of him is from the last week he was willing to walk long distances.

The walks had been... I think as good for me as they were for him. I got to know more of my neighborhood. I got fresh air more often.

My phone, at the time, was pretty new, and this is the only picture I have of him on it. My mom has more. I used to be reluctant to take pictures, but something compelled me to take the picture.

He eventually would not even stand, and it was during the middle of Christmas break for the vet, so we had to hold on...

We got him to the vet, had him stay the night, but he got real bad over the night. He looked to be in such pain, we had to let him sleep.

And so we went forward.

2023 comes, and Blacky starts having trouble eating. She had lost several teeth because they had gone so bad they needed to be taken out, and now it seemed the last ones were giving her trouble. Feeding her was difficult, but we endured.

She spent more and more time in my room, as she would go there to avoid Spot and Otto's shenanigans. I leave my door closed because of them, so she understood it was a safe place.

She even got to let Thomas near her.

But even cleaning her teeth would not help her mouth issues, she was losing so much weight, so the difficult choice was made to have the rest taken out. It was a risk because she did NOT do well under the anesthesia the few times she had to have something done.

She came back, no longer any teeth left, but she ate her fill - she even got into dry kibble! She must have been so hungry...

But she, indeed, reacted poorly to the anesthesia. She stopped eating and drinking water regularly.

Oh, she held on to life with all she had. We tried getting her to the vet. She got an IV, medication for her kidneys (she was having a special diet for it, too, before she stopped eating).

She looked so much better! She was perhaps a bit grouchy over being held so long, but she needed warmth...

She held on with everything she had, tried to walk...

But in the end, she passed during the night.

Since I was taking care of her so much and so often, and she hung around my room all the time, my mom gave her my last name for the little memorial we got of her.

Financially, my mom took care of things, as she had been the one to take in the cats in the first place - I could not have done so myself. I can barely take care of myself, but with them, it helped me move in order to take care of them.

I feel like I should have done better, even though, realistically, there wasn't much I personally could have done without being a veterinarian.

Here is to pets. They love us as we love them, and some times, the have to leave sooner than expected.

[toiletology]

Knowing the 17 exist is the first step

G = 7, O = 6, D = 4 = 17

Funny my moms new dog she just got she named Truman. I think we have established the importance of the 17 up to this point and how it creates the shape of a door. We can endlessly extrapolate upon this number and find more mathematical or logical proofs of its importance. From the Holy Bible to Pi 3.14 to the numerology of our letters.

The numbers 1/7 = 0.1428571428571429 makes is not the most important part. Just knowing it exist is the first step to escaping the matrix and your 3D limitations.

Everything boils down to BELIEF, you must beLIEve in the LIE. I had to LIE to myself for a very long time for many years. I didn't want to accept what was happening to me was actually happening. Everyone around you will call you crazy, you need medication etc. Everything and everyone around you will tell you are WRONG. And what you are believing is INCORRECT.

Just be a good little sheep and follow the herd. The problem with that is I never liked listening to authority. I think my longest civilian job outside of the army only lasted 5 months. I knew there was something wrong with the world I just couldn't put my finger on it. Luckily my OCD for understanding the truth out weighed every other thing in my life including family life, health, social norms, relationships, etc. I've actually never been on a vacation before and here I am at the age of 40.

Yes I have been very obsessed with seeking the truth. Now that I finally found the Holy Grail I am sort of picking up the pieces of my life and trying to repair the damage I caused by being so obsessed with this journey. Luckily I am single with no kids and the only beings relying on me is my 2 cats. I am exercising a lot more since my health plummeted coincidentally a week or two after getting baptized at the age of 33 in 2018. I got diagnosed with Bechet's Disease which causes inflammation of the blood vessels. I was in an out of the ER 5x that year, I won't go into the details but it was pretty bad.

It can cause all sorts of ailments but it can go into remission. I've fixed 90%+ of my health problems by just using a foot stool in the bathroom, making homemade kefir and drinking yerba mate. The last part of correcting my health is increasing exercise and cardio. I have created a Bechet's Disease Research group on Facebook and I do believe I've narrowed down the causes. One part is the lungs I smoked off and on from the age of 19 up to around 31. Another is not exercising enough, gut microbiome (was damage due to long term antibiotic use in 2010 which started my first symptoms of Bechet's), the adrenals and I believe phosphates in the foods plays a big part which affects the kidneys. Astragalus is supposedly one of the best herbs for the kidneys.

I notice a big improvement in my energy levels when I take my multivitamin, magnesium, chlorella/spirulina and get more sunlight. https://amzn.to/4ducxFE

I thought God hated me especially since all these underlying conditions manifested right after being baptized. Looking back now I realized it was an important physical and mental test of rebuilding myself and learning how to repair the damage I did to my body. God sent me the answers that I needed to solve my health problems and rebuild myself. I was actually experiencing shooting pains in my abdomen for months around 2020 and I was 1 day away from going to the ER for it.

I prayed to JESUS on Friday night and the next day that shooting pain magically went away. I was able to make that pain completely disappear once I added a stool for my feet in the bathroom and started incorporated homemade fermented kefir into my diet. The stool helps by lowering your cortisol and stress on your organs.

Now your probably saying, so you were healed after praying to JESUS and now you want us to believe in this Toilet God fantasy you're weaving? Exactly! During my 11 year trials I was attacked by a lot of evil. That evil demonic energy would actually laugh at me and make fun of me for calling out to JESUS for protection or help. Like oh God here he goes again calling out to Jesus to save him... But in the end I always did the same thing for protection. Until this last time in 1/7/2023 where I was finally able to push higher past the jeSUS avatar and realize they are there to hide Gods ultimate truth. Don't get me wrong there is a great deal of power in JESUS name but they are not the ultiMATe truth.

Jesus or the Jester is a better name. Gods true persona is one of a clown or jester entity. The energy that flows outwardly from the Vesica Piscis or the vessel of the fish (Jesus fish) is a CLOWN energy. God is closer to that wink or that JINX than JESUS. God embeds a lot of their truth spread out through all religions and spiritual practices. Its just most of it gets diluted overtime to the point it becomes no longer helpful. This is why GOD wants to bring Toiletology to the masses. The world needs a wake up call. With more and more moving away from God a joke/parody religion is the best method to bring their truth like a trojan horse in disguise!

How can a silly parody/joke religion created by a comic book writer actually have any Godly truth within it?

I'm starting to realize now that I have done the crucifixion slowly over this past 11-12 years. Going through these past battles especially the one in fall 2023 where I had to fast for 40 days into another 40 day battle was hell. It honestly felt like I could keel over at any moment. I keep talking about how to reach my level of understanding you need to do this 11 year journey as well. I been asking God about this lately, how can the average person handle this without experiencing everything I have over my entire life? My time in the army, at war, my paranormal experiences when I was a teenager, my intuition and constantly searching etc.?

I am realizing now that I may of already done the work for y'all. And all that is left is for you guys to harmonize off of my words and the message I am bringing to you through Toiletology or my "ministry." I am mostly just an artist, I am no savior figure. I am just somewhat good at creating great art that may resonate with a large amount of people. I also don't like a lot of attention and tend to avoid people. You can find me alone and in hermit mode 99% of my life. I have spent much time in solitude trying to understand God. Many years just quietly meditating and not much else.

My one friend I was training last December in 2023 for a few weeks said he could feel the sauce/slack or the ACE as I like to call it. The drugged out energy you feel when you are on the right track and harmonizing with God perfectly to reach your full potential. It took me 10+ years to feel that on my own. If what my friend was telling me it means that you guys made not need to go through all the grueling test God put me through. My friend was willing to join the church and I actually promoted him to the second rank while he was here with my fencing saber. You may get a watered down version of this 11 year journey and basically ride my coat tails to the top or through the gates of heaven. Because I can provide you with all the answers you seek without you doing any of the work. Maintaining 4D awareness requires an insane level of belief. I imagine you will still have battles you must overcome to reach the level of belief required. Toiletology I believe will accelerate this process for you. Everyone is already on this journey, they just don't realize they are. Toiletology is like a compass/map that can point you in the correct direction you should be looking. To better help you navigate this tangled web that God weaves.

The main thing this journey has taught me is mastery of being insane. You need to be so insane that you actually go around the swing set inside out and become sane again. Basically being so bat shit insane but still being a "normal" functioning human being. Not mindlessly bumbling nonsense all over the place.

The truth is not that complicated. There is a higher level of awareness or reality. It is possible to tap into this reality and extra senses. Its definitely more than 6 senses, but the 6th sense is definitely your ability to communicate telepathically. Accessing the Akashic Records, lucid dreaming, astral projection or remote viewing you could probably lump all into this same 6th sense.

I think its all connected, it all begins with developing your pineal gland. I am still developing new abilities and strengthening the ones I have now more and more. I still don't fully know what the upper limit of these abilities will be yet. No I don't think I will ever be able to fly in the physical world, but I do fly a lot in my dreams. Maybe astral projection flying is real in the astral realm. I haven't done that yet, so I am not sure.

It is possible to "meet" with others in the "mind" if you have the skill to connect telepathically so that you both can share, connect or bond with each other in this shared mind. You can't force yourself into another's mind, only if you both are trying to connect to each other will your thoughts and memories start to flow together. It can be kind of weird thinking another persons thoughts and vice versa. It is possible to pick up on a persons thoughts in close proximity.

One time at the movie theater I hat a black wool Amish looking hat and heard this guys thoughts where he said in his mind, "I should wear a hat like that." I responded out loud, "Might as well." And they looked at me perplexed, smiled and walked away laughing. These connections aren't so much being telepathic yourself, but God allowing these connections to happen since they can't be forced. No matter how good you think your telepathic skills are. If its meant to be it will happen.

Needless to say I am still fairly new to these enhanced capabilities. I am just 100% in full belief they exist because I use them and practice them daily for years now. I know anyone can reach these same abilities as I am not that special or super smart. Though I have my moments and sometimes my intelligence does feel like it has major jumps or increases quite a lot. But it does shrink back down and makes things difficult again. The brains neuroplasticity or ability to change and grow seems unlimited. You know what they say if you don't use it you lose it.

Most humans have limited beliefs in their God given abilities. Maybe they grew up with everyone telling them they aren't that smart so they started to believe that. Self defeating thoughts can really dim your light. It can be hard to believe in yourself even when everyone around you doesn't want you to.

That is the true challenge for me and for Toiletology. Figuring out the best methods for helping everyone reach their full potential and unlock their supernatural abilities and connect perfectly to God so they no longer need my guidance or training. The basic foundation is love, honor, truth and respect. Point blank if you aren't operating at least at that fundamental level everything else will never work.

I was thinking maybe you guys need to bring on your "spiritual helper" which was the start of my elven/eleven year journey. I am still waiting for more guidance and knowledge from the Toilet God. All I do know is there is power in the ranks of Toiletology. There's power in just joining the church, there's power in helping it grow. There's power in making a daily conscious effort to believe what I am saying is actually true and/or possible.

It all starts first with making that FREE WILL conscious decision to explore this as a new avenue for your spiritual growth. The 17 (doorway) exist to reach these higher realms. Believing is the hardest part. Toiletology will show you the correct method for living in harmony with God. As well as developing your spiritual powers/defense so that you can start to make the transition into 4D.

ALL I can say is buckle your seatbelts because your in for a wild ride Dorothy and Kansas is going bye bye! I am not exactly sure the full potential and power of Toiletology quite yet, only that I made the journey and have embedded that Jesus-esque power into the church I have created.

I guess we won't know until I start getting some more disciples...

Interestingly half of 432 Hz = 216 or 27/117/49/64

[xlynnbbyx]

Before I post photos of Jensen from the con last weekend I wanna make a post to apologize for the lack of posts here. Normally I’m on top of anything Jensen & Jared during con weekends. But last weekend was a scary weekend for me. Last Friday I noticed my handsome boy Scooter was peeing blood. At first I wasn’t too sure it was blood I just knew it was not Casper. He tends to pee in the corner of the litter box. Scooter pees in the middle of the litter box or sometimes on the left side of the litter box. For the record before I go on yes I have 1 litter box for 2 cats. I know you are supposed to have 1 litter box for each cat plus an extra. So technically you should have 3 litter boxes. Well I don’t have the space for more than 1 litter box. Plus I can’t afford to buy litter for each box. So I have 1 extra large litter box which is enough for both of my boys. They each have a side of the litter box and I never have any issues with them sharing. Plus it is easy to monitor their bathroom habits/leavings.

Anyway back to Scooter I didn’t know it was blood until I saw him come in and actually pee blood in the litter box. At first I was going to wait til Monday to take him but when he started straining I knew it couldn’t wait. I took him to the emergency vet Saturday. Turns out he has what the call feline lower urinary tract disease basically an UTI. His bladder was full of blood which was scary. He wasn’t blocked but if I had not gotten him there when I did he could have become blocked. Which would have been fatal. The vet was originally talking surgery and a 2 to 3 day stay in the vet hospital. Which would have cost up to $6,000. No way I could have done that so my choice would have been surrender him and they would have gave him a new home after he was better or put him to sleep. So either way I would have lost him and that was NOT an option. The vet said it could be possible to avoid that if his kidney were functioning properly. Luckily his kidneys are normal and functioning properly. So the recommendation was a 24 hour stay to over hydrate him to flush his bladder out. I hated leaving him there cause I didn’t want him to think he was being abandoned. They let me see him before I left. I told him I love him he needed to get better and I was not leaving him that I would be back.

Next day we got a call that he responded well to treatment and he was ready to come home. He was sent home with antibiotics and for some reason 2 pain medications. He does have to be on prescription urinary dry & wet food. This will prevent crystals from forming causing stones which will cause him to get blocked. Thursday he had a check up and he is doing good responded well to the antibiotics. I asked if he could have Purina urinary food cause it is cheap and easy to get. Vet said nope it has to be either Royal Canin or Hill’s prescription food. Over the counter urinary foods don’t have what he need. We went with Hill’s but sadly it is very expensive. It’s $32 for a 4lb bag & $2 or $6 a can for wet food. But I have no choice if I want to prevent him from getting sick again. The vet said it was even safe to have Casper on it too. Cause it’s easier to transition them to the same food than to separate them. I can’t believe it’s been a week since everything happened.

Sometimes I doubt myself as a fur. Sometimes I think I get paranoid when it comes to my 2 cats & pup. But I’m glad I went with my instincts when it came to Scooter. Everyone who knows me knows Scooter means the world to me. Scooter was given to me as a birthday gift in October 2018. I was sick on my birthday so I was upset. 2 days after my birthday my dad found this tiny orange kitten who was 3 weeks old. They could not find his mother so my dad brought him home to me as a gift. I raised him since he was 3 weeks. Since he couldn’t eat food yet I bottled fed him. I set up a safe bed area for him. I would help him get to sleep and litter trained him. He will be 5 on Oct 5th as I estimated that is when he was born. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. It will be a struggle to pay for his food but it is worth it to keep him healthy and with me where he belongs.

Sorry this is so long but I needed to let it out. My life this year has been one shit storm after another. I’m just grateful to still have my baby boy with me.

[rythmicjea]

Hobbyism is the best way to get through grief. ~Cole Sprouse

NEW FIC BACKSTORY

Okay... so... This is an odd one (and a long one). This is kind of representative of my current "chaos era". It's a bit of a story and I put most of it in the A/N. But this was not a story I was ever intending to write. In fact, I am not part of the fandom (scandalous I know), and better yet, I had no idea that the show even existed until this past November... But apparently it was big! My excuse is that I was not of the demographic for it age wise. I think if it's age appropriate, anyone can watch anything. Rock on, man.

The backstory of this goes, I found out that my baby boy (cat) Jayne, had advanced kidney disease. For a brief and shining moment, I thought that he would beat the odds. Unfortunately, he was gone within two weeks. I held him as he passed. I have a little altar to him on my desk because he will never be forgotten. But, in my grief, I knew I needed to find an outlet. While I can't journal write (I absolutely hate it lol) I can tell stories. And I wanted to write something very dark and nihilistic that basically combined Peaky Blinders with Riverdale (Chaos Era).

So while I was falling down the Jeronica rabbit hole, I was gathering playlists and mashup videos to aid in my inspiration. But, the story refuse to appear. Instead, YouTube kept suggesting clips from a show I had never heard of. And the clips were OLD. Like from over 10 years ago. Though I said I was uninterested the recs kept coming. So I did ONE google search. I read ONE synopsis. I saw a cast list and I saw a timeline of a relationship. I thought that was all I needed. My brain said NOPE!

The timeline of this relationship ended every entry with "and they hugged". I was very confused about why this couple was only hugging. Then when I saw that the last episode was graduation I got a little more incensed. I had two puzzle pieces that didn't connect without a third. So, I asked around. I have friends that were of the age demographic at the time this was on. And every one of them said that 1.) they loved the show and 2.) It was a very Disney show. Now, there were some sporadic kisses here and there but I remember being that age in high school and while I wasn't some "light BDSM scene on the second time I ever had sex" (Looking at you Bughead in Riverdale...) I definitely did more than just hug my high school boyfriend.

Even though I wasn't satisfied with the answer I thought that was the end of it. My brain had other ideas. My brain told me that if I didn't write this story then I would never write again. Well. That's death to a creative type like me. While I never wrote every day or even put out stories consistently, I was still crafting stories in my head. I needed to be able to write. I was in a desperate state. So I thought "fine, I'll write 3000 words, delete it, and then write what I want."

I wrote 10,000 words in one sitting.

I wrote 50,000 words in 18 days.

I didn't watch the show until I was like 80% done with the fic.

It currently stands over 100,000 words.

If you've made it this far you're going "WHAT IS THE STORY?!"

Okay, I'll tell you. It turns out I was being recommended the clips because of an actor. This actor is Cole Sprouse. I knew him mostly as Ben Geller from Friends. I didn't know he had an actual career before Riverdale. I just thought he did something as a kid, and then came back after college. I was so wrong... So so so so so wrong...

If you guessed The Suite Life of Zack and Cody and The Suite Life on Deck you would be correct.

This massive story started as a way to explain why Cody and Bailey "only hugged". Turned into a love story. I made Zack not straight and married to a man with identical twin girls. London is a pediatric surgeon (and I still stand by that decision knowing what I know now). And Cody and Bailey are probably the least likable characters in the entire thing but they are relatable. This is a story of trying to find love after you discover the amount of abuse you went through. Why running from things is not ideal. And maybe, even when you live an outlandish life, there's some normalcy to discover. It's kind of dark, but there's a lot of humor. If you're not familiar with the show, I would just think of it as an original work. (I know, I know... certain death for a fanfic writer lol)

If you enjoy it, please drop a kudos and my comments section is open and I welcome kind and constructive criticism and questions. Like, fuck me up with questions. Please.

[upthewitchypunx]

It's a federal holiday, which means no mail, but I still pack orders because it's fun. I love our packing algorithm, but I know I can pack better. We upgraded the shipping extension making it better than it was.

There was a big USPS update that got rid of my beloved Regional Flat Rate boxes, sad. The algorithm now suggests parcel select ground from things I know I can fit in padded Flat Rate envelope at a comparative price. So, I hope that when people place and order and think it will get there in a week and shows up in 2 days they are excited.

Over the last few years I've taken a few stabs at getting our books into Google shopping and finally cracked that nut this weekend. It was messy and I only understand a bit of what I did, but it works! Which is exciting... I think. This means when you search for some books and zines we might pop up as a place to buy them. My next issue is setting up at Facebook/instagram store and while it's supposed to be set up, it's not working and it's really frustrating so I'm going to put that new task aside for a bit and be happy about the first part.

In sadder new, Cat Boss Jackie had a vet appointment and had a bunch of tests and we found that his kidney disease is now in stage 4. He's having issues walking with his back legs but he's still alert and curious. We had to block off the doors to the stairs because he keeps wanting to go upstairs or downstairs but we are worried about him falling. He is persistent. He has new medicine and our vet had some other suggestions, but we can't decide what's worth it for a 16 year old cat, ya know? Mostly we are concerned about his quality of life and he seems to be relatively ok for now.

So, ya, if you need some custom button, books or zines on magic, witchcraft, or folklore or some witchy supplies and want to support a senior cat, feel free to use coupon code: JACKIECAT at check out at Portland Button Works and the Spiral House Shop for 16% off.

[erisluna35ocblog]

ErisLuna35ocblog Guide:

I started this blog to organize my OC lores for those who are interested and want to get to know them better. It's a little complicated as I tend to put them in AUs, and they end up somewhat different depending on the story they're in yet I try to keep the cores of their characters the same. It will take a while before this blog starts posting original content as I put a lot of stuff on main that I will reblog here for now. I will expand and update this as time goes on.

Main OCs:

Keagan Gerald "Kaji" Aurelio Ashworth

Fiona "Fuyu" Kuznetsov

Shizuke Midorikawa

Blair Crawford

Blake Crawford

Natalia Hale

Damien Guerrero

Zephyr Ryder

AUs:

OG STORY - this is the tag I use to label my original concepts for these characters. Before their better known ML AU incarnations, I pictured them in this fairytale-esque fantasy au with Keagan as the main protagonist. Prince Keagan had a leisurely life as the spare to the throne who's only responsibility is tying down the most powerful knight of their generation to stay on their kingdom's side forever through marriage. Everything was set on a track and he had no intention of fighting it. He likes his hedonistic life as a prince and he gets along well enough with his fiance, it's not worth losing over a thing called "freedom". His destiny was agreeable to him... that is, until he learns of a horrible secret that puts his fiance in danger but she can't know about it lest she dies by her own sword because she is stubborn about protecting everyone like the goddamn knight she is. The prince is forced to take matters into his own hands and run away from the capital, recruiting an unlikely group of outcasts, creating enemies from the shadows and have his fiance and his other childhood friend try to drag him back home.

ML AU - this is the tag I use to lump together all stories set in the show called Miraculous Ladybug.

BTaL - Between Truths and Lies, posted on Ao3 and FF.net. Acronym can be pronounced to sound like "Beetle" lol. The basic premise is its lowkey a future gen fic focusing on the new heroes, Shizuke Midorikawa as Ladybug and Blair Crawford as Chat Noire. Follow their journey as they struggle through superheroing, magic, love, grief and one evil butterfly lady.

N2CatS - No Two Cats are the Same, posted on Ao3 and FF.net. Acronym can be pronounced like "N-2-Cats". It's the time travel story set midway S2 of BTaL that features canon characters and how they deal with being stuck with my ocs for a week. Focused mainly on character study. It jumps off from an alternate end to Ephemeral where Sass's last resort ends up yeeting Adrien and Blair into each other's eras. Can be read as a stand alone despite its references to BTaL, as most references come with an explanation or much context isn't needed to be understood. Though reading BTaL first does enhance some of the references and enhances foreshadowing.

Otome Game AU - You know those manhwas where the protagonist, usually female, wakes up one day into the romfan world of the otome game or novel she was reading before she died? And she's in the body of the villainess, or the heroine or some extra? This AU, that's my entire main cast. A group of tired and stressed college students were working on a game for their thesis. They either worked themselves to death or their kidneys gave out from too much red bull or maybe they were half asleep walking home when truck-kun came for them, who knows. Thing is, they all died. Individually woke up into the body of the character that was modelled after them - which explains how none of them realizes they're not the only one who reincarnated. Chaos ensues. Can they all come to the same page before its too late?

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[oattoast]

another long night of me worrying and crying about my sickly old lady cat (18-year old Greasy, who I love incredibly much and who has been going through a rough couple of months to the point the vet didn't think she'd make it through september). cw vomiting and pet illness. discussions of medicines and treatments. mostly me gathering my thoughts and making plans.

my tiny old lady cat Greasy has the pukes. since Sunday at 6am, she's been throwing up 10-20 minutes after eating. She didn't throw up all Sunday afternoon but resumed Sunday night and Monday morning. a couple of times I have found very small hairballs in the food/vomit. and a couple times it's just been clear with white foam (classic kidney disease symptom; she's stage 2 at last check and acid has thus far been controlled with 2.5mg pepcid once daily in the evenings).

she's hungry, so she keeps eating and drinking water. I think it's a good sign she still has an appetite even though she's feeling awful. I heard her eat at maybe 1:45am, so I'm waiting up to catch her vomit on some grocery circulars and tissues so I don't have to wash my blanket again twice in two days (I don't have a dryer, it takes all day to dry and there's not much sun this time of year). It is 2am.

last week (the night of Dec. 5th/morning of the 6th) we went to the emergency vet because Greasy had a UTI. for 10 days I was giving a lot of different medicines and supplements 6-7 times a day, so I stopped giving her slippery elm bark (herbal remedy for nausea/gastro issues) to try to lighten the load on me and reduce stress on her. she's been on 1/8tsp powder (mixed with 1ml water, syringed into mouth cheek pocket) daily for months, but I didn't know if it was actually doing much of anything to reduce nausea/soothe gastro issues. besides vomiting on the 6th from straining, she was doing fine. well. she was probably doing fine because of it. maybe a little less than a week later, she has the pukes now. I feel guilty, like I was being lazy trying to cut things out when I was overwhelmed trying to manage all of Greasy's meds and treatments. have an alarm set to call the vet at 7am (in 5 hours...) to see if we can get a cerenia shot (anti emetic) and some cerenia pills to get us through until her lab draws on the 26th.

it might not be the slippery elm bark stopping that caused this. after all, she finished up a round of antibiotics today and she's been under a lot of stress. it could be other stuff going on like worsening kidney disease or pancreatitis. she hasn't had a proper urine culture, so it may be that the antibiotic didn't work and the uti traveled up to her kidney or is getting worse (she hasnt had any more UTI symptoms though so I think/hope this isn't the case). the timing of stopping the herbal remedy for gastro issues and nausea and within the week her starting to vomit might explain things. If it *is* the slippery elm bark, i had not realized it was doing so much heavy lifting. I resumed it Sunday afternoon. The dose range for that is 1/8-1/4 tsp, so maybe I'll give her 1/4 tsp tomorrow and reduce it if symptoms improve.

I gave her another 2.5mg dose of pepcid Monday morning (she usually only gets one dose in the evening, but twice a day is within range the Dr said we could give her, max 5mg a day). It's only been 18 hours of 5mg pepcid instead of 2.5mg pepcid, and 2 doses of slippery elm bark 1/8tsp. I can go up on slippery elm bark to multiple times a day as well, just need to check the dose recommendations.

Greasy's regular vet doesn't work Tuesdays. Hopefully the pepcid and slippery elm bark combo build up tomorrow and she stabilizes enough to see him wednesday :( and also that's if they have any openings. Cerenia works very quickly and I'm sure she would be relieved not to be puking.

It's 2:05am. she drank water, used the litter box, and is drinking water again. Sometimes cats drink a bunch of water right before vomiting to dilute the acid as it comes back up. She did that twice late Monday evening.

Update 2:39 am. she didn't puke (!!). It's the first meal she's kept down today. It's been almost an hour since she ate and 35 minutes since she drank. I'm going to nap.

[shinynx]

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It's been such a rough couple weeks for me ngl.. I got "promoted" at work a month ago but haven't yet gotten my measley raise .75 cent CAD on my paycheck so I'm just working twice as hard for no fucking reason. There is so much more expected of me and even w/the raise I haven't gotten I'll be making less than the last guy who had the title, and doing 3x as much work. My cat has kidney disease and costs me $300/month to keep her alive n comfortable so I can't afford to start over at another job. My boyfriend has been out of country for a month so I'm all alone in the apartment and it's very hard to find the motivation to feed myself n stuff.. and yeah, I lost 2 rats within 3 days of each other, from old age. But I'm still so fucking sad about it.. the first one died while I was at work and I had to bury him in the middle of the night and the second one, one of my favorites died while I was asleep and I had to bury him in the rain and then rush off to work right after. No time to really grieve or process. My car needs work but i can't muster up the mental strength for phone calls today but if i don't it might break down when i drive 6 hrs to airport on wednesday. So i have to find a shop to fix the transmission today. I have to. I feel so genuinely alone. Especially after loosing so many pets. I don't really have friends anymore since I move around so much and don't use social media to keep in contact w/em. I have discord friends but since I'm always working,, idk it's hard. I'm friends with my co workers at least, but any of them could quit or be fired with no warning, so. I forgot where I was going with this and I need to get out of bed and make phone calls and clean and get groceries

[arerona]

On June 20th 2:55 pm My world stopped... My baby girl Arerona passed away after a sudden illness... It started with her being wobbly and ADR (Ain't Doing Right in vet terms) Sunday morning and she was gone by Tuesday afternoon we don't know what caused the kidney failure. She was fine at her last vet appointment a few weeks before... A decently healthy 13 year old cat... It still really hurts and I'm still very torn up but I'm trying to heal

I didn't want to get another cat, I wasn't ready to get another cat... but God and Arerona had other plans in place... My brother was going to work about a month later and found a tiny kitten in the middle of the road. Poor little guy was almost hit by cars but my brother saved him and brought him home(His boss let him just run the kitten home and still stay clocked in.). If I had chosen to get another cat it would have been a fluffy black kitten... Just like the one he found, I knew he had to have been sent. It was too perfect honestly...

His name is Sans Beetlejuice( He had been eating beetles to survive XD), he is the sweetest little kitten and very lovable... I don't know where he came from, or how he got where he was since there were no homes or anything where a non-feral  cat could come from... Unless someone dumped him... But either way he is a little miracle