My husband is in town for the weekend to help me prepare to move back home from work next weekend. And we thought it would be fun to celebrate my (somewhat) first Mother’s Day. Except two days ago my cat, Pete, became extremely ill, and now the vet is with him on a Sunday for an emergency visit, trying anything to save my fur baby. My heart is broken. He is the first of my “babies”, he’s only about a year old, but I raised him from a kitten and it’s so hard to see him like this. I’m now just sitting at home hoping that they can figure something out, but fearing I’ll get a call that he has passed. This makes me not even want a child. The helpless feeling of loving an animal/someone so much that it rips you apart, and there’s nothing you can do to hold it together.