We brought our cat in to be cremated today. She was exactly 20 years and 5 months old. She was the first cat my husband and I got together. I'm just heart broken. She's been with us through a lot of ****. It's abnormal not having her around. And I keep on thinking about my early twenties and it makes me feel even more depressed . I don't know.

I think my family would be better off without me. I contribute nothing. I lay in bed while my husband and daughter are doing stuff. I just want to sleep.