How could fuzzy paws ever have been "loveable" when she wasn't even "good enough" for the parents

(Sorry about this post, it's a waste of space, especially as I requested only hugs. If anyone does have any input please feel free to reply although I doubt there is much anyone can say to this "whining" )

My anxiety (and despair) about certain (unmentionable stuff) is what makes this depression intolerable to me, (I'm pretty much ****ed or so it feels (edited)

One paw. In . Front. Of. The . Other. Over and over and over